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Book II 


XXII. TH«Pai.omi,i .... *'* 

XXIII. ArT«i|.THoiioHT» *** 

XXIV. IKIIOB TH« DUOMO ...'... ''''' 

:tXV. OUTSIOK TH« DUOHO . . . .' *** 

XXVI. Tm OASHEiiT OP Tmmm **° 

XXVII. Thk Youi.0 Wira . *" 

XXVIII. Th. PAIIIT.D Recobo ..'.'.■.■ ^ 

XXIX. A ItouKUT or Tbiuhpb . 

XXX. Thi AvEHOBB'a Skcbbt . ff 

XXXI. Fbott is Sbcd *^* 

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i-L. Ah Abbesting Voice ' 

XU. Coiuso Back "^ 


Book III 

XWI. Rokola iw heb Place . 

XUII. The Unseen Madonna *" 

XUV. The Visible Madonna . ^ 

XLV. At the Babbeb's Shop ^ 

XLVI. Bt A Stbeet Lahp ^ 

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XLVH. CmtcK . "" 

XLVIII. CorirrEB-CHECK . . . .' ..".'.'." f^f 

XLJX. Thk Ptbaiod of Vabities . . . . . ' .' ' ' 433 

L. Tessa Abboad and at Hoke ■...!!! 434 

LI. MosifA BbIOIDA'S CoNVKBSlOIf .... . . . 448 

LII. A Pbophbtess 

UH- On San Miniato. •■.......'"''' 450 

LIV. The Eveniko and the Mobniho . ^«o 

LV. Waitino ''''4m 

LVI. The Otheb Wife .fj 

LVII. Why Tito was Safe ■■...'.'.'.'.'.'' -^ 

hVIII. A Final Undeestandino Aaa 

LIX. Plbadino .... *f 

LX. The Scaffold •.."..' sm 

LXI. Dbifting Away ! ' ' ' bio 

LXII. The Benediction 

LXIII. RiPENiNa Schemes \ 

LXIV. The Pbophet in his Oeli. . .^ 

LXV. The Tp.iai, by Fibe .'.".'.'."! sS 

LXVI. A Masque of the Fdbies ....!! 661 

LXVII. Waiting by the Kiveb ... rk- 

LXVIII. RoMOLA's WAKiNa ... ^ 


LXX. Meeting Again 

LXXL The Confession .... ' ' * fasi 

LXXII. The Last Silence •■.....'.'.''' ^ 

Epilogue bos 

I^ M L A. 




joyous Easter time, and™had a r! >!°^"^ "°''^<J ^" tt« 

comfits thrown ove^ them^ter l! ^^«bo^-«Dted shower of 

, token tj.,^ ,,^ heavensTould shower?""! ^'^'^ ^^^'^i""' '" 

all their double life "^^ ^'^^^'s o° them through 

I blossoms, eaeh single bud with tsfLf'* ^" ^ ""y"^ of 
pnmary circulation of the ap o t^e V% '^'"*'"* °° '^« 
Eomo a were dependent on oer?;in ' '/°'*?."*« °^ Tito and 
conditions which made an ej^Mn t?«^ T''""*^ ''"'^ «°«ial 

In this very November CI ''''*'"7 "^ Italy, 

spirit of the 'old cenSs '^ LeTTo t" ' ''^^^ ^«°' '»■« 
breasts of Florentines. The greaTl^ll in ^h- f •""**'«'» '^^^ 
'Mg out the hammer sound of altr' ! J'^'*''^ to'^S' had 
■nustered with their rusty arm' thl Vn"^ ^l ^°P'« ^^^ 
cudgels, to drive out the Med™. ' The *T. /S'' '"'P«'"'Ptu 
been fairly shut on the arrogant e^.!^! ^,®^" <^^'° J^ad 
a^ay toward Bologna with Ws hiredT '"^ ^'"°' ^^"°Pi°g 
h.nd him, and shut on h keener l f"'" «ghtened be 

I escaping in the disguise oxapL^^ ^'°'^''' '^« "^'dinal, 
been set on both fhe r he^s ^r\r"'' •• ^ P"«« bad 

some sacking of houses, aSngt old te''?"' '"" "^'^ 
-.ous .mages painted on the ^SS:-^'^ 



who had conspired against the Medici in days gone by, were 
effaced ; the exiled enemies of the Medici were invited home. 
The half-fledged tyrants were fairly out of their splendid nest 
in the Via Larga, and the Bepublio had recovered the use of 
its will again. 

But now, a week later, the great palace in the Via Larga 
had been prepared for the reception of another tenant ; and if 
drapery roofing the streets with unwonted color, if banners 
and hangings pouring out of the windows, if carpets and tap- 
estry stretched over all steps and pavement on which excep- 
tional feet might tread, were an unq lestionable proof of joy, 
Florence was very joyful in the expectation of its new guest. 
The stream of color flowed from the palace in the Via Larga 
round by the Cathedral, then by the great Piazza della Sig- 
noria, and across tlie Ponte Vecchio to the Porta San Frediano 
— the gate that looks toward Pisa. There, near the gate, a 
platform and canopy had been erected for the Signoria ; and 
Messer Laca Corsini, doctor of Law, felt his heart palpitating 
a little with the sense that he had a Latin oration to read ; 
and every chief elder in Florence had to make himself ready, 
with smooth chin and well-lined silk Incco, to walk in pro- 
cession; and the well-born youths were looking at their rich 
new tunics after the French mode which was to impress the 
stranger as having a peculiar grace when worn by Florentines ; 
and a large body of the clergy, from the archbishop in his 
effulgence to the train of monks, black, white, and gray, were 
consulting betimes in the morning how they should marshal 
themselves, with their burden of relics and sacred banners 
and consecrated "jewels, that their movements might be ad- 
justed to the expected arrival of the illustrious visitor, at 
three o'clock in the afternoon. 

An unexampled visitor ! For he had come through the 
passes of the Alps with such an army as Italy had not seen 
before : with thousands of terrible Swiss, well used to fight 
for love and hatred as well as for hire ; with a host of gallant 
cavaliers proud of a name ; with an unprecedented infantry, 
in which every man in a hundred carried an arquebus ; nay, 
with cannon of bronze, shooting not stones but iron balls, 
drawn not by bullocks but by horses, and capable of firing a 


reputedrebuilderofFloWse weLT °"" *° Charlemagne. 

fangs, regulator and benXrSrScT""'''*^^^^^ 
the comparison to Cyrus, liberator nffi.v' ''°'°* P'^^erred 

storerof the Temple. For he h<S?ll^* *=^°»«» P«ople, re- 
the most glorious projects .he wasT '^'"f ^^' ^P" ''"^ 
amidst the jubilees of a grateful Tn^ ,^ "*"''' ""°"8h Italy 
to satisfy all coamctingCipli '^^'"°8P«ople; ^^^^ 
possession, by virtue of hwedS ril?"^« = ?•' '"^ *° t^e 
of the kingdom of Nacles. »ni f ^?* ^^ » ^'*«e fightine 
point he was to setTt * tt "'*''"* ''°''^«°"°* '^^rtin! 

we™ partly to be cut to pUs 2"^^°' ^''^ ^"'^^' -h" 
faith of Christ. It WM <f .^! «"d Partly converted to the 
Most Christian ffingTeaS of X*^** T'^^'^ *° l>«fi' ^e 
devices of a subtle louU the Elev«n.r T""^' *^''» *» the 
f"ght as to his person^ XpS ton' ^. ^'^ '" """"^ the strongest of Christiri?^.' v^'"" **^°^' ^^^ ho- 
of Cyrus and Charlemagne Z no „^^'?'*°'1*W» antitype 
subtle Louis _ the you^fSes th„ t' ^^ ^^' """ "^ ^ 
S-^ly, on a gene^ steteS h^,^'«''*^l.^°° °' ^'ance. 
more grandiose, or fitter to ^v';, ^^ LT*^'"* """^"^ "««« 
n-pmory of great dispensatio^ by Vhii ' ^'"""'^ °* '"^ the 
aid in the history of mankind An^ fe^'" '*""'" ^^ ^«" 
spread conviction that the advent of th^TTI "^ ' "'^ ^i-J^lj 
a«ny into Italy was one of rtL ^""^ ^'-^^ and his 

stetues might well Z l^ ieved to '7"*" "t "''■"^ "-^^L 
warriors to fight in tbV^TLT 0^2""'/^'^'^'^ ^^'J 
monstrous births- that irl'^.. 2 ,^'"P*''^ ^^ bring forth 
Providence, but wasTn a 1?^°' !!'°^*° *^« »«»-l order of 
was a conviction that IsZuZ^Z *' ''°''' °^ <^d- It 
character of a powerful fordj in^a^L " ^7""^ "°"'«°'°"» 
emotions to which the aspect of ZT ° °" '=^'**'° ""oral 
presentiments; emotion^S 1,^%*"°!? «"^^ '^' f°™ of 
utterance in the voice of altaj mn ""' " "'"^ ""'^''^''"e 

minioan^ol::: o^SafSTo fn^X"'^ ^T °' '"> ^ 
her morning, when men's e^swl""^- ^° » Septem- 



the Cathedral of Florence from the text, "Behold I, even L 
do bring a flood of waters upon the earth." He believed it 
wag by supreme guidance he had reached just so far in his ex- 
position of GenesU the previous Lent; and he believed the 
"flood of water" — emblem at once of avenging wrath and 
purifying mercy — to be the divinely indicated symbol of the 
French army. His audience, some of whom were held to be 
among the choicest spirits of the age — the most cultivated men 
in the most cultivated of Italian cities — believed it too, and 
listened with shuddering awe. For this man had a power 
rarely paralleled, of impressing his beliefs on others, and of 
swaying very various minds. And as long as four years aeo 
he had proclaimed from the chief pulpit in Florence that a 
scourge was about to descend on Italy, and that by this 
scourge the Church was to be purified. Savonarola appeared 
to believe, and his hearers more or less waveringly believed 
that he had a mission like that of the Hebrew prophets, ard 
that the Florentines amongst whom his message was delivered 
were in some sense a second chosen people. The idea of 
prophetic gifts was not a remote one in that age : seers of 
visions, circumstantial heralds of things to be, were far from 
uncommon either outside or inside the cloister; but this very 
fact made Savonarola stand out the more oonspicnously as a 
grand exception. While in others the gift of prophecy was 
very much like a farthing candle illuminating small comers of 
human destiny with prophetic gossip, in Savonarola it was 
like a mighty beacon shining far out for the warning and guid- 
ance of men. And to some of the soberest minds the super- 
natural character of his insight into the future gathered a 
strong attestation from the peculiar conditions of the age. 

At the close of 1492, the year in which Lorenzo de' Medici 
died and Tito Melema came as a wanderer to Florence, Italy 
was enjoying a peace and prosperity uuthreatened by any near 
and definite danger. There was no fear of famine, for the 
seasons had been plenteous in corn, and wine, and oil ; new 
palaces had been rising in all fair cities, new villas on pleasant 
slopes and summits ; and the men who had more than their 
share of these good things were in no fear of the larger num- 
ber who had less. For the citizens' armor was getting rusty 


" " vrujior. 217 

«J>d populations seemed tn h<.„. i„ 

hands of masters who ^d L a 'dv T!, '""'' ""''"'8 *'"' 
wanted it, as they paid for eoolnf^s """^ *''«" ^^^^y 

of the Turk had^J^led to TSti ' anH." ^'"^ *^« ^^"^ 
more immediately profitable fo^n'/u*^ ^^^ ^°P« f°«°d it 

little prospectivey^^sontg'than to Ll'"^ ''°'" •""■ ^^ » 
qnenng or for converting him P'*°^ "'^«'" ^°^ 0°"- 

-^?fi:rchr?.r>Lr"r''/"'p^~ -^ ^'» 

mentforthe fe,. who wer^Tuokv or ^ """*"""« ^"'•'""ish- 
advantages of human fol?^ a woHH ■ 'u- ?°"8^ '^ '«''P the 
>ty, lying and treaoheryropp^s^n l^j'""'' !."'* ^""^ °^»««''- 
ant, useful, and when prCrTv „« ■»""!". were pleas- 
And as a sort of frin™ or ^1 ^ ""anaged, not dangerous 
lights of tyranny, avXralT.?"' *° '''' »"'''*^««1 dt 
patronage of polite Wing 'nd h„T°"'"'''' *''«™ ^^»« the 
could always be had in the oho.W T f' '^'' '° *'>'>t flattery 
that time, and sublime artists we ! «. !.° *^ '^ commanded at 
and the unclean with irTpartirii ''^"^ to paint the holy 
«aid, had never been so duCed in L \ ^^A^^''"'''' '* ^^ 
80 few signs of renovating ^f Zu'^""^: ^^ "«'« shown 
nevertheless it was much mo™ .^ '" "" '"'^^^ members, 
days. The heavens were fair an7?T' *''"° '" '"-"^ Pas 

scourge was at hand" the wL. ^^ P^^^'^S that a 
for the lasting convenience of T ""^ "^"^^^^ °°t framed 
pressors. From thlmXt of thr""','' "^^*°«»' ^""l op- 
seen a sword hanging-tl L J r'''"^ ^^''^^■'s he had 
was speedily to d^so^end t th nu'rif"' ^""'^ J-tice- which 
Church and the world. In tX„/^^^^^^ punishment on the 
before, the contradiction between 1!" T' '^^^°**^'' ?««'« 
fessional beliefs had pressed nnli! '?^'' *"'' ^^'^^ P'o- 
been enough to destroy htapner^ f"" T^ " ^"<=« ">^t had 
age of twenty-three h[d driven h' i 7 f.' '"''^^' ^"^ ^t the 



hide the lamp As the years went on, aoandaU increased and 
multiplied and hypocrisy seemed to have given place to im- 
pudence. Had the world, then, ceased to have a righteous 
Ruler? Wao the Church finally forsaken? No, assuredly ■ 
in the oacred Book there was a record of the past in i -ich 
might be seen as in a glass what viould be in the days to 
come, and the book showed that when the wickedness of the 
chosen people, type of the Christian Church, had become 
crying, the judgments of God had descended on them Nay 
reason itself declared that vengeance was imminent, for what 
else would suffice to turn men from their obstinacy in evil? 
And unless the Church were reclaimed, how could the prom- 
ises be fulfilled, that the heathens should be converted and 
the whole world become subject to the one true law ? He had 
neen his belief reflected in visions -a mode of seeing which had 
been frequent with him from his youth up. 

But the real force of demonstration for Girolamo Savona- 
rola lay m his own burning indignation at the sight of wronir- 
in his fervent belief in an Unseen Justice that would put an 
end to the wrong, and in an Unseen Purity to which Ivine 
and uncleanness were an abomination. To his ardent, powe^ 
loving soul believing in great ends, and longing to achieve 
those ends by the exertion of its own strong will, the faith in 
a supreme and righteous Euler became one with the faith in a 
speedy divine interposition that would punish and reclaim 

Mea; irhile, under that splendid masquerade of dignities 
sacred and secular which seemed to make the life of Incky 
Churchmen and princely families so luxurious and amusing 
there were certain conditions at work which slowly tended ^^ 
disturb the general festivity. Ludovico Sforza - copious in 
gallantry splendid patron of an incomparable Leonardo da 
Vinci— holding the ducal crown of Milan in his grasp, and 
wanting to put it on his own head rather than let it rest on 
that of a feeble nephew who would take very little to poison 
hira, was much afraid of the Spanish-born old King Ferdi- 
nand and the Crown Prince Alfonso of Naples, who, not lik- 
ing cruelty and treachery which were useless to themselves, 
objected to the poisoning of a near relative for the advantage 
of a Lombard usurper; the royalties of Naples again were 


tory it should determine h7 .^.i L "\'^°"''''»y t^'ri" 
andall four, with every smSlTte ^J ,^''f'>'^''^ backing; 
Venioe-Venioetheoa^tious the 11 '^'.r"' "^"^^ "^ 
wanted to stretch its a^ms not o„lv ^ ' ""^ v" '"~°8' *»' 
Adriatic but across to thf^rts of th« f ^^^ '''^"' °^ ""^ 

Lorenzo de' Medici, itwM ttol^f /f **"l''°'"*- 
fatal outbreak of suih ^0^°"/^^ '^'? """"1' *° P^^ent the 
tine alliance with Naples a^dZ p*'""* "P *•"* °^^ ^^°™°- 
Milan that the alliance was fnr^j °P*' ^""^ y"* Pe^uading 
young Piero de' MedTciW 1';^^"^' "^•''^*"^- ^u? 
the effect of his fatWs Cj S ."^ t^"^""^ """'fi^l 
roused tosuspicionof a 1.,™^ ^■^', *°^ ^udovico Sforza, 
which wouldSk.1: Sra^vTsres' "he'^:^ °^* -- 
Tite the French kiug to march 31 t!i' ^^'^'•""'■ed to in- 

Jouse of Anjou, tak'e'^poSo tf Sr\m.i"'/ '""^ 
"orators," as thev were r.=ii<.^ • ""^.^'P'f'- Ambassadors — 
went and cameTa TecLant ' Jh° ^°'! ''"«"8°i°» times - 

knowlcdgeaPo^e elS by brib^^^V.^^^^^^^ ""' *° '^ 
enemy), went and camB ,i.„ "^'^^ (and his own particular 

hot rhetoric ^d thTvoal t? ""'""^'^ *" *»"*^«°» wit" 
ear. So that ?n iStte n,^°^ '''"I'^ '^ ''""^ * '""°8 
and louder thatVhtl't^E^^he^^fl^l'^'^'^^ '-^^^ 
cross the Abs with <• ™;»i,4. ^'8""! ot France was about to 

tions, accXlfsince l£ h«7' ""^ *^« '*^"« W"'^ 
the Eoman empire to ^IIT ^ "^^^^ to be the heart of 
vaguely to ShTs 'olij ^^ rmSnTo/"" '""''' ^«*» 

I.isXhe;^^3tin?r^ x;r '^^ r ™ *^^' 

ears of the prophets of old W ,Y ^- 7J^ " *"* ^''^-^ the 
armies, coming to do th« w I , !''"*°* *~'«1 °f foreign 
looked vaguel^ I the ton/o? ffr re""' ''' "° ^°°«« 
pointed to the rising cloud Th„? ^ '^'""'8 =*°™= ^e 
deluge which was to purffv ^h ""lu "i^y "^ t''^' °ew 
French king, Charles^ll^t%he1 """ '"''l"'*^' *»■« 
God. as Cyrus had been nV^J the instrument elected by 

rather thL evif w^V'^oCb'^r "'° ''""^'' «°°^ 
"joice in his coming. For the 

"•"' BOMOLA. 

scourge would fall destruotirely on the imoeniteDt «l™. 
f**?°y °% of It«Jy, let Florence above iT-Tol^T' 
Joved of God, aince to it. ear the warning voice hadTe^sS-" 
oS^Ldth" .""*"', '".' *""! '""" •*" ""y- »"« Nineveh^ 

Cvn,^ h^"'r°? "v!"* T PO'^orf-li yet now that the new 
Cyrus had already been three months in Italy, and wm not 
far from the ^,^s of Florence, his presence 'w« edited 
there with mixed feelings, in which fear and distruft certeS 
predominated. At present it was not understood that he had 
redressed any grievances; and the Florentines clearly h^ 
nothing to thank him for. He held their strong Wkr 
fortresses, which ^iero de' Medici had given up to him w Ih 
out secunug any honorable terms in ^turn^e h^ lonj 
nothing to quell the alarming revolt of Pisa, ;hich h^ teen 
encouraged by his presence to throw off th7Florentin7yoke 
and "orators," even with a prophet at their head, could wta 

thinrwTt """ ^^' '''^^' ^^''^ ''« ''°"W B ttle ever^! 
thing when he was once within the walls of Florence. Stm 
there was the satisfaction of knowing that the ox^wratin^ 
Piero de' Medici had been fairly pelted out for theXm nf 
ous surrender of the fortresses.'a^ in that act of ener^ he 
spmt of the Republic had recovered some of its oldZ^ 

thn^ nr^'?^""' ■'" ^^ 'l"*^'^ K"™t ''"e not entirely 
those of a city resigned to submission. Behind the St 
drapery and banners symbolical of joy, there were nre^™! 
bons of another sort made with common accorf by ^vernS 
"ersTthe j,7«»,''''"«".:">'in walls there we're'^rdTl! 

dLtriot th ^"'' ^^''-^ "^^"^ '° *"'"■ ""« surrounding 
dwtriotsi there were old arms duly furbished, and sharp tools 

on shor7nTK '''M"' "^"'""^ "*' ^*'"'' *° "« Bnatc h'ed up 
form ^,H ?"'' '*""" ^^'^ '"^''«"«"* ^"^^ "-"l stakes to 
form barricades upon occasion, and a good supply of stones to 
make a surprising hail from the upper windows. Above alt 

r^Z^"'" T^ ■ 1^1 "''""S'y '" *••« •'""O' f°r fighting any 
personage who might be supposed to have designs of hectoring 
over them, they having lattV tasted that new pleasure^th 
muohrehah. This humor was not diminished by the sighToi 


metaphorioally speaking, a pC of ^h.^v ^"lu "•" '"•'> ""d- 
to mark ItalUn doors^^tW «, j'^*^ "■*•■«'' right hand 
torian. imply th,t :Ly .oi of^" ^^ " """^''^W'' Ws- 
charaoterized by soi^fni. ^'""* "*"* »' '''a' time 

moat have whetVdThe ^^^Zra '"'1^' ? ""*«"• "''■'"' 
throwing. 'Jorenline appetite for a iitUe stone- 

17ro;t;em,L''r! S' °' ^'°'^- - "'^ --« cf the 





i>' !7t!"' ^^' ^"' *** '"»^« ''"!« difference in the 
Piazza del Duomo, which wm covered with its holiday skv of 
blue drapery and ite constellations of yellow lilies and coats 

It T°'^ :■? ^ r** °* '*°°*" ''*™ unfurled at the angles 
of the Baptistery, but there was no carpet yet on the steps of 
the Duomo, for the marble was being trodden by numerous 
feet that were not at all exceptional. It was the hour of the 
Advent sermons, and the very same reasons which had flushed 
the streets with holiday color were reasons why the preaohinir 
in the Duomo could least of all be dispensed with. 

But not all the feet in the Piazza were hastening toward the 
steps. People of high and low degree were moving T-ml 
fro with the brisk pace of men who had errands before them • 
groups of talkers were thickly scattered, some willing to bo' 
late for the sermon, and others content not to hear it at all 

The expression on the faces of these apparent loungers was 
not that of men who are enjoying the pleasant laziness of an 
opening holiday. Some were in close and eager discussion; 
others were listening with keen interest to a single spokesman 
and yet from time to time turned around with a scannine 
glance at any new passer-by. At the corner, looking toward 
f J'*« C«"«*»°i-j»»t where the artificial rainbow light 
of the Piazza ceased, and the gray morning fell on the som- 
bre stone houses - there was a remarkable cluster of the work- 
ing people, most of them bearing on their dress or persons the 

lignf of their daily l»bor, and klmoit all „t .1. 

««a w-pon. or J«. toil wLh ^U 'j^. ^."^ ' 

upon oooaaion. Standing in '-.e btit li»hf^r»l . "P*"" 

jurt pauaed on his w«t to fk. Z—'' »•' yioni, wlio bad 
oould^et only a IViou. /eoSriw ""• *•'"". '""^' 
Wor. in the Meroato, but not X^e tTthT' ""* ' '^^ 
plaoent humor of a tU whZ^J^i, ^ """• '«"°- 

i.^con.iou. of .on.e inUr^Ke'S™"*- "^ "-" 

"n.rtLiS ^Tk.^tiM:f> \' '^'--^' 

^try: they might a. WlbTt .^ " ^"^'' French in- 
mountains «i in f ui eteeTt! .^H * i"^" P^** »' ""• 

finest armie, of Z ^Toi^:^^^^:',^^^^:^ .^J 
once got them betwmn .*••„ „ • • ^ ^ "'^ '"^y h»<l 

Ognieeanti, when I mw mv^;. i ^^?°» "^ "'°'^ i" 

«yBl, ' stick out your Stem Jhe-IVe go^Xlt "' ^''"''' 
belt that will go inside vo,. .11 ii, ■ , ""^''-^e "» my 
the old cow Wed -Td 1 1. T'" ' '''"" ?'«'«'% 

matter what T't !^ kn*"' something had happened-no 

andtookhokof mytrr^'f" *" " *^« first doorway? 
toward thrVi^'aX"? Tn^. m .'^''' ""^ "'"' '"'''^■«" 
I, '^hentecaTeurwramf < A^-ft >.\''r''''' """"^ 
in« bacV said oLit '^J;^,] ^rt.^^^^ S^trZ 



we raued a burimde, and tha Frenohnen looked behind and 
Mw theniielvee in a trap ; and <ip oomee a good iwann of oar 
Ciompi,' and one of them with a big loythe he had in hii hand 
mowed off one of the fine oaTalier'e feathen :— it'i true I And 
the laaies peppered a few ttonei down to frighten them. 
However, Pien> de' Medici wasn't oome after all ; and it wa* 
a pity; for we'd have left him neither lege nor wings to go 
away with again." 

"Well, spoken, Oddo," said a young butcher, with his 
knife at his belt; "and it's my belief Piero will be a good 
while before he wants to come back, for he looked as fright- 
ened as a hunted chicken, when we hustled and pelted him in 
the piazza. He's a coward, else he might have made a ' etter 
scand when he'd got his horsemen. But we'll swallow no 
Medici any more, whatever else the French king wants to 
make us swallow." 

" But I like not those French cannon they talk of," said 
Goro, none the less fat for two years' additional grievances. 
"San Qiovanni defend us I If Messer Domeneddio means 
so well by us as your Frate says he does, Ser Cioni, why 
shouldn't he have sent the French another way to Naples? " 

"Ay, Ooro," said the dyer; "that's a question worth put- 
ting. Thou art not such a pumpkin-head as I took thee for. 
Why, they might have gone to Kaples by Bologna, eh, Ser 
Cionl? or if they'd gon<> to Arezzo— we wouldn't have minded 
their going to Arezzo." 

" Fools 1 It will be for the good and glory of Florenoe," 
Ser Cioni began. But he was interrupted by Uie exclamation, 
" Look there 1 " which burst from several voices at once, while 
the faces were all turned to a party who were advancing along 
the Via de' i. srretani. 

" It's Lorenzo Tornabuoni, and one of the French noblemen 
who are in his house, " said cier Gioui, in some contempt at this 
interruption. " He pretends to look well satisfied — that deep 
Tornabuoni — but he's a Medicean in his heart: mind that." 

The advancing party was rather a brilliant one, for there 
was not only the distinguished presence of Lorenzo Toma- 

■ The poorer artiRans connected with the weal trade— wool-beaten, 
cuden, wssiien, etc. 



tmoni, and tli* tplandid oottnms of the Pr»nolim«n with hit 
•Ubormtely diipUyed white lioeu and gorgeous embroidery: 
there were two other Florentinei of high birth in handsome 
dreeees, donned for the coming prooeMion, and on the left 
hand of the Frenchman waa a figure that wae not to be 
eolipeed by any amount of intention or brocade— a figure we 
have often seen before. He wore nothing but black, for he 
wu in mourning! but the black was presently to be covered 
by a red mantle, for he too was to walk in procession aa Latin 
Secretary to the Ten. Tito Melema had become conspicu- 
ously serviceable in the intercourse with the French guests, 
from his familiarity wit»: Southern Italy, and his readiness in 
the French tongue, which he had spoken in his early youth ■ 
and he had paid more than one visit to the French camp at 
Signa. The lustre of good fortune was upon himj he was 
smiling, listening, and explaining, with his usual graceful un- 
pretentious ease, and only a very keen eye bent on studying 
him could have marked a certain amoun , of change in him 
which was not to be accoucted for by she lapse of eighteen 
months. It was that change which comes from the final de- 
parture of moral youthfulness— from tl.e distinct self-conscious 
adoption of a part in life. The lines of the face were as soft 
aa ever, the eyes as pellucid ; but something was gone— some- 
thing OS indefinable as the changes in the morning twilight. 

-he Frenchman was gathering instructions concerning cere- 
monial before riding back to Signa, and now he was going to 
have a final survey of the Piazza del Duomo, where the royal 
procession WIS to pause for religious purposes. The distin- 
guished party attracted the notice of all eyes aa it entered the 
piazza, but the gaze was not entirely cordial and admiring- 
there were remarks not altogether allusive and mysterious t^ 
the PVenchman's hoof-shaped shoes-delicate flattery of royal 
superfluity in toes; and there was no care that certain snarl- 
mgs at "Medieeans" should be strictly inaudible. But Lo- 
renzo Tomabuoni possessed that powe- -^f dissembling annoy- 
Moe which is demanded in a man who courts popularity, and 
Jito, besides his natural disposition to overcome il' will by 
good humor, had the ntiimpassioned feeling of the auen toward 
names and details that move the deepest passions of the native. 




oyer the oentoKrTavexo^lT ""* ^'^'^ P'"""^ 
beckoned to P^ro^f CoaimT^ * '*''°""' """^ Tomabuoni 

this hour. wa^ZntrrrSKXp "Se'™ '* 
soon an animated discnssion an/itT! ?P" '^^'" ^«» 

f«.in thePVench^antrarettlSoV'^'i^ •^"""« 
of statement, which Tito tCS £,1° ' ^.i^'""*?'^ 
onlookers became curious anH Tkli * 7" ^^«n snarling 
half-smiling, ha^-huSte^t^l '°'%'^«'" *° ''^^ *^« 
within helping of the fc^f expression of people who are not 

Wht^r. It-laTl Sa tint ri^^f °"' 

fell ai>utit:XToTAri ''^r'^'"' '^«''* 

aU disappeared within the w^^ nJTZ "''"ff K**™ l»d 

had been d^orated for Ire^llU^Uda^ '^ *^« P'«- 

Meanwhile in the grav liipht nf ti,^7 "" °"y- 
were oncomers who mal no show^l wiadomed streets there 
whose humor was f^ i„™ * ^T" '^^ •'''*'«'«. and 

dress and hoofedV^.^eZ*'^- ^T' *°°' ^'^ ^""^ 
pressed upon by a WrTd U ''"'"°"\''"' ^^^^ '"« »*i"8 
Florentine^ In tt'l'^of ttfn ""^^' °' non-admiring 
scanty clothing- e^h C ht f 7^'* 7"'« ^'^ ""en in 

and a^ope ^iX^ro^.'Z'l^r^X''' '^ " <»."^ 
way that he who held the extremity ^f T ^' '" """'' » 

check any rebellious Z™™fi,^ . ^^ ^^ "••«'»* easUy 
Themenlh" held thrZ^T ^' f" '^"^' °* ^''""li^S 
broken ItaU^ph Jt Z^lT™ f *»"'' «°1'1^«''. and by 
the rope, theTf^oTt^rto « '^ *T *''*' '^°**«'i «"<» "f 
beg. T;o of them were olr T^'^f^ '^'" P"^*"'^" to 
they had encountered rdheMrl''"''j^ "^''^ ^l"'"^"^ 
in piteous tones,- ^ °"' ^^'^ '~'«"1 ^^o and said 

th;:g'i^:r;r^«iT^t sSnT^ -^ — 

prisoners in Lunigiana » Tuscans: we were made 

But the third man remained obstinately silent under aU the 


strokes from the knotted cord Ho »... 
aspect from his t^ofeU^-prilerf Tw"""^ ^'^'""'' ^ 
hardy, and in the scant clottiT which ^h J T"'- ^""^^ ^^ 
captors had left them Inntl^Tt , ^ *''""'« °* ^^'^ 
But he had ptsed tte i^d^ oVli*"' '"""^^ "indicants. 

be less thau^fonr or five :^Sc4 HrrV°"l' ^""^ 
grown long in neriect. Td rt» t" • ^".'^"'J' '^I'ioh had 

s^ghtrolnd his^il we e'n^^'ir Sth^".' 
set figure was stiU firm and UDrii^hwv,^. u ■ ^^"'^^ 

seemed to express energy^nspfte of a™ ^ emaciated, and 
was partly c^ried outlJSeKy « ii^rsZ"";"^ *'^' 

rmr^.?;uoraf ^-f ^-S^of^So:^^- 

lank gray hai« ^AnT' i^'*""' '*««P-'^°k]ed face with its 

eyesfhi^htntradtte/lrasralTr/ '""^ ^ *^« 
looking round with mil fi!^ ^^ °* *°*'^f57= after 

of insolence. But T Uif^^ I / "'"°'*5' in their acts 
the heart of the ci^ ^Lf^ ^'"* proceeded farther into 
Peared, and^h^souLr nffires'^frS'f ^ ''Z 
enng troop of men and boys, who keot ut,l^>, V »*"" 

posZn, for, Sr:XtrrnSeThrf '''^ 
tHe ho^ of fin'diLTsKinrCt:;;"'''' ''"''^"« ^-« - 
P-ners. They'll run as fast as'^^i^.^^-si^^J^ 



fools do nothing but hoot. Come along I" he X«d t^llv 

behind hi. had a stimuttin^g ettt l':;Sd "Ttt:: 

was ready to burst out Ls Irnietht ,' as ra"liT alS 
sTlalLoKo'""!,' " •"''^ ■" ■«=*' ^ th'eXw^ Tp- 
ganuous ooys that made the majority of the crowd Lollo 

of an°:x'cXtTn5e"° V°H *'^ ^r°'"' ""' "^^^ -S: 


rope and leap back again before the soldier who hddh r™M 

mrschL"T:i "°"'' "t ^" ^"^^« and dixLou'; r^ 

5^ re^Sof^ S:5th^a^t SL*;rm- 
he^was^close-to the eldest prisoner: in an instant 1^^^':^, 

thrfr,"S' °^*^ °°*' " ^^ P*P"^ *° *''« prisoner's ear, as soon as 
* if he w?™ h° ,'"°V r' ''™=«" "«* '^^ example'ofTnin 

The oZL;'''''^ "^^ ^^*^ ^'°8S, like a scared fowl. ' 
the oln^ !! T'?*"""" ^"'^ "°* *°° sl°^ for him to seize 
!nt S- ^^ '■.fV^''' °^ '""^^ ^'"^ be«" continu^ly pr^ 
of the cro^d' ^''^^^:'';<if *e-d f-Bh hope from the ^^r 

have sufficed for hl^"aUe";ie'f ^^'^'P^ -"^ harlly 
o«sly rushed ^^^Zil'lf^^-'%:ZZ1T^: 

THB PM80NBR8. 2» 

were stn.gglin/a^ngll^i;!^',^^'^-^^^^^^^ 
tardigrade fashion as their hoof. Xl. J? *^*'°' "" ^n^^i 

peded, but not very reso utowVH»^''j*r' ''°"''* «"ow-im- 
of the two younge7p"f^l^l^t.f *f «^ "f *^« P^ople. One 
renzo, and ttus mlde a^^ll ^ ""^ • ^ "'•' ^^8° ^ ^an Lo- 

the^Sainstruggl^wrstKwatdTw:' *'\'"''""'^ ""* 
were turned on it with alarn-T o Jf^r' ThT '" "^^ *^'"' 
not be precisely guessed, fo,. h^=T ^'^ ^® "*""« «ould 
by the impeding fold ^™°"'' "^"'^ ""^ ""^ened 

andlTaXtS'::^-"--- Tornabuoni, as he 

are not content with Z^gTm^t^b^T 7^' ^"^^^ 
day. If there is no other ZhnSL • • ! ®"«^"'' *^« °<^« 
the sbirri and seouTfreZt ^ .v "«''* ^^'^ '"'"' ^"^1 °" 
F^nch soldier: tha^Ts S.trrio^^s.^"^"- ^'' *^- ^ « 

direction. That Th^ect was ie^r""; ^"^ *^^" *^« °*^«' 
wheeled round the Baptiste^ ^nH '* P™°°«'' '''° ^'''d 
Duomo, determined to t^r?eftZ .'''«,/""'^8 toward the 
than trust to his s~ed But i^™ '°*-'^* '^"^^'^ '«*ter 
""oeivedashock: Cwas 11>T.*"'« *'"' «*«P'^ l"" foot 
"ignori, whose bkch Jere C^Tv ^"^'"^ *^« 8-°"P of 
to recover his balanced heS^""'/""^ ""^ °"^y»We 
^ It was Tito MeCa who felt tw T°i '""'^ ^y 'l-^ '^""■ 
head, and saw the fa^rof h ! !^ «"*''^- H" *»™ed his 
Cairo, close to his ow^ ^'' '"^"P''"^ *»*«'• Baldassarre 

-^wHrdLVSnraLVa'^tS.r^' ''' ^-*''= «^'^- 
worn hands on the velvet^l ^ ^^ ^'P "* '''« s^^ed 

lips all bloodless, t^^^^tZLrV"^ "''^'^ -^ 
whale to them-it was but amoment '' ''^'"^'^ * '°"8 

CoX ^hrstdl-se rhiran? ''l^ '""«'' °^ ^^^ ^^ 
could see his face. ^ *"'* "*" *^« ""iy Pewon that 

" Ha, hal I tnow what a ghost should be now." 

w i 



h«l^«^"^ T"^ priwner," said Lorenzo Tomn- 
(MOM. "Who M he, I wonder?" 
&«» nuu^man, surely," said Tito. 

He hardly knew how the word, had oome to his Ups : there 
are moments when onr passions speak and decide forns. and 
we seem to stand by and wonder. They carry in them m in- 
spiration of crime, that in one instant does the work of long 
premeditation. ^^ 

The two men had not taken their eyes off each other and it 

STdl^^i.*"' "^T. '* ^-d spoken, 'thatso^SS.^ 
had darted from Baldassarre's eyes, and that he f^H it rosh- 
mg ttough his veins But the next instant the gr..^ on hi, 
armUd reUxed, and Baldassarre had disappeared ^iSiin the 



"ToiT are easily frightened, though," said Kero, with an- 
other scornful laugh. "My portrait is not as go^d as the 
original. But the old fellow had a tiger look, I Ct go into 
.the Duomo and see him again." 

n.." \^ ^\?^Tt *° ^ ^^ ^°^^ 0* ^y » '"'dman, if mad- 
S he be," said I-orenzo Tomabuoni, in poUte excuse of 
Tit<^ "but perhaps he is only a rufSan. We shaU hear I 
thmfc we must see if we have authority enough to stop 'this 

h!, J^°f •'*^'*° "" P*°P^* '^ y"" countrymei^" he 
added, addressing the Frenchman. 

They advanced toward the crowd with their swords drawn, 
all the quiet spectators making an escort for them. Tito 
went top: It was necessary that he should know what others 
knew about Baldassarre, and the Hrst palsy of terror was 
bemg succeeded by the rapid devices to which mortal danger 
will stimulate the timid. """Bor 

The rabble of men and boys, more inclined to hoot at the 
soldier and torment him than to receive or inflict any serious 
womids, gave way at the approach of aignori wiUi drawn 


oitjr that they might beg money for f,^ ^"~°"'' ^*» «>« 
pria<MieP. were Tuscan soSt^en*^!'""?''-"'' ""* °' *>"» 
an eldoriy man, was wt^Tvl^^Z ^""'«^»i a^e other, 

French forager; hadoometoE;*,?;"^*'' '''*^ ^'""" '^^ 
bemad, but he was harmlesT tC Ji^^°- ^"""'Sht 
being unable to underSTword^f'lr ^"^ °° "«'«'. 
heard so far, but he was derf to «™ .v ** "f" '^^^ Tito 
specially addressed. Twa^ To™»r^'^'°v'^ "^ *"^ ^>'' ^<« 
" Will „™, u , ^ iomabuoni who sooke 
Will you go back with us, Melema? o, • « 
w going off to Signa now x^l^tT, Pf,' '""* *^«^w 
of the times andV to h^aTSie ftlT ^k'°"°T; "^^ '»«"<» 
torrent at its height this m"mS?I^; it^^ ** "^« «"• 
you know, if we are to save onf w I ^* ''*' """* *" do. 
go if I had the leis" e » ^"^"^ '^^- ^ "hould 

-^i^rt Xt' XgTytt? "^" ""''• -^^ '^^ '^^ '^^ 
be"^LrsSg^,'r°"« i*^"- Of the inspired orator, 

with the SegretlL'till'ir^^r^J^^it^ """^'"^ 
again'TSr ''" ^"^ ^ '-"^ -^- -^ old man 

inay find oat whether Wanrl^rr^- ^''» """k" 

and piazza held memorfesrTn™^.- "'■"^/Paoes of street 
that might have made tte ^s^ZTZ:T^ '°^'"^8 '^ 
a serpent had begun to ool3,°i T f\ ^^ *«^' « " 
living, and in Flofe^oe w^ I S '™'''- »^dassarre 
more rest than a windW f 5 ™'''°«*' ''"«'' ^onld no 
crushed its p^y.' Tt wa7notTtt T'' "^' ""'^^ " J"-^ 
an injury pass InJngTtTltl °''n°' ?«* "^ *» let 
that passionate fervor which sub W ^f ^"'™^ ^'"o' 
^ing. and make. amanSrSll^Lr ^^if^^t 



'f ! 

were a deity to be worshipped with self -deBtruotion. Baldas- 
sarre had relaxed his hold, and had disappeared. Tito knew 
well how to interpret that: it meant that the vengeance waa 
to be studied that it might be sure. If he had not uttered 
those decisive words— "He is a madman "-if he could have 
summoned up the state of mind, the courage, necessary for 
avowing his recognition of Baldasaarre, would not the risk 
have been ess? He might have declared himself to have had 
what he believed to be positive evidence of Baldassarre's death : 
and the only persons who could ever have had positive knowl- 
edge to contradict him were Fra Luc^ who was dead, ind the 
crew of the companion gaUey, who had brought him the news 
of the encounter with the pirates. The chances were infinite 
against B^dassarre's having met again with any one of that 
crew, and Tito thought with bitterness that a timely, well- 
devised falsehood might have saved him from any fatal conse- 
quences. But to have told that falsehood would have required 
perfect self-command in the moment of a convulsive 7hook- 

^.ITT*^, ^71 'P"^*° ^''*°"' "»? Pwoonoeption: the 
words had leaped forth like a sudden birth that h^ been be- 
gotten and nourished in the darkness. 

Tito was experiencing that inexorable law of human souls 
that we prepare ourselves for sudden deeds by the reiterated 
choice of good or evil which graduaUy determines character. 

There was but one chance for him now; the chance of Bal- 
dassarre's failure in finding his revenge. And-Tito grasped 
at a thongut more actively cruel than any he had ever en- 
couraged before: might not his own unpremeditated words 

hr„T\ ™? ^. *^r^ ^""S"" *™*^' »* '«'«*. to bear 
hin^outmhis denial of any declaration Baldassarre might 
make about him? The old man looked strange and wild- 
with his e.ger heart and brain, suffering was likely enough to 
We produced madness. If it were so, the vengeance that 
strove to inflict disg oe might be baffled. 
But there was another form of vengeance not to be baffled 

tte'Sfrr? rf ^'^<^«^™ belonged to a race to whom 
the thmst of the dagger seems almost as natural an impulse 
as the outleap of the tiger's talons. Tito shrank with shud- 
denag dread from disgrace; but he had also that physical 


dread which is inseparable from a Boft t,ioo«,~> i • 
and which prevents a man SZ mTdZ^^°^l'"'^'"^ 
a welcome relief from dia^race O* ^<>«"d «nd death a. 

some hidden m It a?vt h^T* °°""' *° 
geance which no subtlety could p^T ^ *""" " ^*°- 

seSit''tt:?rfrhidtp*"'°°''*« *- *^* p-- 

ing disease thtTad suddenly t^red't^" ''*^ " "'«•■*■ 
young life into pain. ^ """* *^^ '"y^"" "«""« «' 

There was still one resource onen fn T)t„ ti ■ ^ , 

of few, waa mH oLt hn h™j . ? *^ tnutotous sjbiu 

san-e ever oconrrBH tn >,;-, i n », * '"™™" oi iJaldas- 
through his Slve^to^-- ^" *f«' possibilities passed 

s^ulJdSre-com'^ ^"^'"•'" ""' - not'^h^hrt 

ing feit:n^nrwrzraif fr^^ '■"• ^-^ '"^«- 

would save him'fromtoingeifbv^^^^^^^^ °' '^'"^ 

that habitual choice. ^ *^^ consequences of 





Wmw BaldaraarrB, with his hands bound together, and the 
rope round his neck and body, pushed his way behind the 
curtain, and saw the interior of the Duomo before him, he 
gave a start of astonishment, and stood still against the door- 
way. He had expected to see a vast nave empty of every- 
thing but lifeless emblems— side altars with candles unlitj 
dim pictures, pale and rigid statues— with perhaps a few wor- 
^ippers in the dist.ant choir following a monotonous chant 
That was the ordinary aspect of churches to a man who never 
went into them with any religious purpose. 

And he saw, instead, a vast multitude of warm, living faces 
upturned in breathless silence toward the pulpit, at the angle 
between the nave and the choir. The multitude was of all 
ranks, from magistrates and dames of gentle nurture t» 
coarsely clad artisans and country people. In the pulpit was 
a Dominican friar, with strong features and dark hair, preach- 
ing with the crucifix in his hand. 

For the first few minutes Baldassarre noted nothing of his 
preaching. Silent as his entrance had been, some eyes near the 
doorway had been turned on him with surprise and suspicion. 
The rope indicated plainly enough that he was an escaped 
prisoner, but in that case the church was a sanctuary which 
he had a right to claim; his advanced years and look of wild 
misery wtre fitted to excite pity rather than alarm; and as he 
stood motionless, with eyes that soon wandered absently from 
the wide scene before him to the pavement at his feet, those 
who had observed his entrance presently ceased to regard him, 
and becamo absorbed again in the stronger interest of listening 
to the sermon. 

Among the eyes that had been turned toward him were 
Eomola's : she had entered late through one of the side doors 
and was so placed that she had a full view of the main en- 
trance. She had looked long and attentively at Baldassarre, 


for gtty hain made • pwuliar spptal to her, and the itamp of 
•ome unwonted •uflering in the face, oonflnned by the cord 
round his neck, gtirred in her those sensibilities toward the 
SOTTows of age, which her whole life had tended to develop 
She fancied that his eyes had met hers in their first wandering 
gaze: but Bald«H»rre had not, in reality, noted her: he had 
only bad a startled consciousness of the general scene, and the 
oonsoiousness was a mere flash that made no perceptible break 
in the fierce tumult of emotion which the encounter with Tito 
had created Images from the past kept urging themselves 
upon him like delirious visions, strangely blended with thirst 
and anguish. No distinct thought for the future could shape 
Itself m Uie midst of that fiery passion : the nearest approach 
to such thought was the bitter sense of enfeebled powers, and 
a vague determination to universal distrust and suspicion. 
Suddenly he felt himself vibrating to loud tones which seemed 
hkette thundering echo of his own passion. A voice that 
pmetrated his very marrow with its accent of triumphant cer- 
titude was saying,-" The day of vengeance is at hand." 

Baldassarre quivered and looked up. He was too distant to 
see more than the general aspect of the preacher standing, 
w^thhu. right arm outstretched, lifting up the crucifix: but 
^^r^J^K,*^" threatening voice again a. if it had bU a 
promise of blus. There was a pause before the preacher 
spoke agam. He gradually lowered his arm. He deposited 
tte crucifix on the edge of the pulpit, and crossed hifarms 
over his breast, looking round at the multitude as if he would 
meet the glance of every individual face. 
«„lf" ^V^ Florence are my witnesses,' for I spoke not in a 
w.» U "' ""^ witnesses, that four years ago, when there 
7.TJ^ "^ "^' °* '" ""^ tribulation, I preached the com- 
mg of the scourge. I lifted up my voice as a trumpet to the 
prelates and pnnces and people of Italy and said. The cup 
of your iniquity is fuU. Behold, the thunder of the Lord is 
gaUiermg and it shall fall and break the cup, and your in- 
iquity, which seems to you as pleasant wine, shall be poured 
out upon you, and shaU be as molten lead. And /ou, O 

tuaiy_the Shechmah is naught-the Mercy-seat is bare: we 


I, the presence of God .haU be reveUed in hi. templeM 
. oonsuming 8™, wd your ««,red garment, .hall h^m,^ 

2d for th. r°fK "°,^ '" "'* '*"'=''" *^«"»'>»" be thorn., 
?n«t If »»•»»»',<>' wanton, .hall oome the pe.tUenoe. 
Tn,.t not m your gold and silver, trust not in yourhigh for 
tresses; for, though the walls were of iron, and the fo rtresse. 
If^'' ^^ ^'"* '''«'' '^'^' P"* *•"» ^^ your h^' 
foundedandfleehke women. HeshaU break in pieces mighty 
men without number, and put others in their stead. T^qZ 
W.U no longer endure the pollution of hi. .anctuaryj he wm 
I thoroughly purge h!a Church. »«7, newiu 

^ I but ^i'Tr°A"v^* '• '"**** *bat God Will do nothing 

me hi. !!? '* *" •"'' ""'*"*• """ P^Pbets, hehas chosef 

^ul iu tl!^7 ''^ ""r) ^-^ '"*'^'' ^'^ P^P""' P'««»t to^ 
soul in the hnng word of the Scriptures, and in the deeds of 

It' to r'""""' """ Y ^^^ "■^""'^ "' ^H'^ J"* ha. «veale1 
burjtV°J""T- , ^^^" '"'■^ P""""* "« 80 that 1 1^ 
tralTif r^.°^ "' ""? *""** '^ *be wind of heaven pen^ 
mT^^ T •'• "■ °°'.^ "" *° ""^P """"^ "^ea though I 
maybeadensiontothescomer. And for four year. I have 
preached in ob^iience to the Divine will : in the t^Lmll 

me t.^^*"^f "^"^ *'^««' '"^'^ «'• ^^ ha. delivH tf 

ttat fe/ore Mo regeneration must come the .courg, over M 
Italy and that theee thing, will eome quickly 
shnw nf f yP°t"'«« ^^° 0'°'^ their hatred of the truth with a 
show of love ha^ e said to me, ' Come now, Frate, leave your 
prophe.ymgs= it is enough to teach virtue • To the^I ^ 
swer: 'Yes, you .ay in your hearts, God Uve. afar ^ rd 
his word IS as a parchment written by dead men, and he e^s 

Is of eT BuW ''"'*''**^.* unholy priestsas he Lote thf 
nota?«rnff .^"*^«'y»8'^« your ears: God is near and 
not afar off; his judgments change not He is the God of 
armies; the strong men who go up to battle are his minister, 
even «, the s*orm, and fire, and pestUence. He driveTttS 


Und which hM fc-.iJt.n the covenant. And thou. O lulv 
«rt tl,. ohojjen Iwdi ha. not God pUced hi. Jc^^^aU w,u£ 
U..e, >md thou hMt pollut«l it? Behold, the'i hta 
w™th .-e upon thee-they are at thy ve;y door."' » 

w> mi. point, when he became .uddenlv .ilent !«<: hi. !,._/ 
faUaodolanped them quietly before him "^i'^iSee,^ 
.t^d of being the .ignal for'.maU movementeaWi W. 

Through the ya.t area of the cathedral men and women «t 

wt^ISntTeKS""^-^*""' "" ---- 

might flee from it. There i. a .tillness before the storm ■ la 

InS *' V '^~' "•"'sen oity in the chcen landl Eeuent 
and forsake evU: do juatice: love mercy: put away K- 
oleannes. from among you, that the .pirit <,f tru^Sd hdl 

IsworH 1,T '"'*''*" *^« P«stUenceshaU notTte'ra^d 
the sword shaU pas. over you and leave yon unh-urt. ' 
For the sword is hanginB from tha abv . in. „ • 

Is there not a king with his army at your gites? C, w 
the earth shake with the tread of hoLs af^ tte wh^Is of 

^tZZL'^-^'^'r' " ^'"^ ""Ititude t^ar'^'Vy 
oare the land as with a sharp razor? I tell vou the Vr^^ol 
k;ng witi his army is the minister of God God shall ^uMa 

wick d haU meU before him, and they shall be mown down 
as sti. Je: he that fleeth of them shall not flee away' and le 
that escapeth of them shall not be delivered. C tte LLto 

"uiBiuae, and the unbelieving priests who traffic in the souls 



Of mm ud flU the rmy Muctiuury with fmniMtlon, thaU bt 
hurled fronr their toft oouohee into bnniing heUj end the 
pagaoi end thejr who linned under the old ooveoknt fh«U 
itand aloof and lay : ' Lo, theM> men have brought the itaiMh 
of a new wiokedneia into the everlaxting fire.' 

" But thou, O Ploienoe, take the o&ered mercy. Seel the 
Oroee ia held out to you : come and be healed. Which among 
the naboui of Italy haa had a token like unto yours? The 
^rant ie driven out from amoug you: the men who held a 
bribe in their left hand and a rod in the right are gone forth 
and no blood haa been spilled. And now put away erer^ 
other abomination from among you, and you shall be strong 
m the stiength of the living God. Wash yourselves from the 
black pitch of your vices, which have made you even as the 
heathens : put away the envy and hatred that have made your 
city as a nest of wolves. And there shall no harm happen 
to you: and the passage of armies shall be to you as a flight 
of birds, uid rebeUions Pisa 8>.aU U. gi. a to you again, and 
famine and pestUence shall be far from your gates, and you 
shaU be as a beacon among the nations. But, mark! while 
you suffer the aoourse-? 'hing to lie in the camp you shaU be 
afflicted and tormented even though a remnant among von 
may be saved." -^ j » 

These admonitions and promises had been spoken in an in- 
cisive tone of authority; butintheneitsentenc *he preacher's 
voice melted into a strain of entreaty. 

"Listen, people, over whom my heart yearns, as the 
hewtof a mother over the children she has travailed fori 
Ood IS my witness that but for your sakes I would wiUinriv 
hve as a turtle in the depths of the forest, singing low to my 
Beloved, who is mine and I am his. For you I toil, for you 
I languish, for you my nights are spent in watching, and my 
soul melteth away for very heaviness. O Lord, thou knowest 
I am willmg-I am ready. Take me, stretch me on thy cross : 
let the wicked who delight in blood, and rob the poor, and 
defile the temple of their bodies, and harden them^lves 
against thy mercy-let them wag their heads and shoot out 
tne .ip at me: let the thorns press upon my brow, and let my 
sweat be anguish-I desire to be made like thee in thy gre«t 

miDI TBI DtrOHO. 339 

lore. Bnt let me ••• the fmlt of mv tn»(l w .ki. • 

God, that the earth .hall be oonverted unto thy law ■ it U th, 
W.U that wiokedae™ ahall caae and love ,X^gn. iolZ 
ble.»d promiwi and behold, I am wiUing-lafme onZ 
iw bf L*""1i^ '"'^ *^' «" con,„n.e^i7but let 1 

anSri WtJ."' "J?.^' S'"""*"*'* had stretched out hU 
arm. and lifted up h.8 eyes to heaven; hi. .troni, voice had 
alternately trembled with emotion and riwn ami^ in rl„.w^ 

menu loved h.m httle; neverthele... they too were cLT^ 
along by the great wave of feeling which gathered it. fo™ 
from .ympathie. that lay deeper than aU th^^ 1 toud 
Sf:*r.\T "' °°''"' '"- ""> wdemuTSudefie 

rnZ^!"^ -^l* '° *^** """"*"* *''« «Pt"™ and glory of 
aiartyrdom without its agony. ^ 

Kle5 '5lo^r!ri°V'"' '""'"'"'^* Baldassarre'. had min- 
gled. Among all the human being, present, there was . , 
hap. not one whose frame vibrated m'ore st^ngTy ra^ , « 

iTkfahar^Twvt'^.f ^P™^"''"'' •>"' '* had wta^d 
except on? TW^.'^*^r*''°«^^''<*''«^^ '^""J'^d away 
a futorei; ^''l*''n''* ' ^""^ inexorable vengeanoe-of 

hedb^af J^'"^ '•'"' •""""^ """"^ ■"'8''* ^ pursued and 
Jield by the avenger m an eternal grapple, had .Sme to him 



n m 

II f 

priestly avipeTsZo^ZTfi '^"' ^^ "'"^ «*"''»"'?' fo' 

an8leroouw'Xyi.ave\iven?.r """'"'b'^^d them, what 
given by this roLcfJ I ' ^*** "*"* "''^ tJ-^ ""s^'er 
den;^ciati» fInTfis nT ° «°°^'f "»? The thunder of 



having come solely to l<^k atX IIT ■ ^^^^^g, 

and touched Baldassar:1ra?m' Se'^ZTr "'^'"'^ 
the tears sUU slowly roUing dolT histi^^^ J^i^^ 



ith that outburst. The painter 
I have heard how you 

CUB sigh, as i; he had done 
spoke to him i ;, low toae, 

" Shall I out J .-uc '^^7rdf, for you? 
were made prisoner." 

ciourif^tthe„ffi'^-"°' "P^y^-^^diately; he glanced suspi- 
nouriy at the officious stranger. At last he said, "If you 

" Better come outside," said Piero 

Baldassarre again looked at him suspiciously; and Piero 
partly guessjng his thought, smiled, took out a knif^ and cui 
the cords. He began to think that the idea of the pri^ner^^s 
madness was not improbable, there was something so pecuL 
m the expression of his face. « Well," he though "Ifh" 

^rr^^Tr^'"^' ^*'" «°°° 8«" ti^d up again.^ The poor 
devil shall have a chance, at least " ^ <^ ■ -^"^ Poor 

"You are afraid of me," he said again, in an imdertone- 
"you aon't want to tell me anything about yourself^ ' 

Baldassarre was foldmg his arms in enjoyment of the lone- 
absent muscular sensation. He answeredPiero with a lefs 

suspicious look and a tone which had some quiet decidon in 1 
JMo, I have nothmg to tell." 

J' "^7°" P'^^'V' ^^^ ^'^'">> " b°t perhaps you want shel- 
ter and may not know how hospitable we Plorent^rare to 
visitors with torn doublets and empty stomachs. Ws^^ 
h^pital for poor travellers outside all our gates, and, f y^ 
liked, I could put you in the way to one. There's no rt»n^^! 
from your French soldier. He L been sent o^" *°''' 

ajdassarre nodded, and turned in silent acceptance of the 
offer and he and Piero left the church together 

on tL Jf /I ' *''*y "'*"* *^°°8 the Via dell' Oriuolo 
on the way to the gate of Santa Crooe. " I am a painter T 
would give you money to get your portrait." ^ ' ^ 

Inl ! ^^^Pi-'ion returned into Baldassarre's glance as he 
^^!t"* T' ^"l «^d decidedly, "Ko.» 

Ah!" said the painter, curtly. "Well m -f^oi™!.* 




K If 

I: 11 

•nd tt. W,„ M go., o,„Z 1,,« A^n^ tt. plo|«h 


Medioi and made room fop Dublin «ni^f a* 4.1. • 1. 

abundant sprinkling of n,en with more conteSa fve IT^e^ 
sitive faces: scholars inheriting such high namelL^T- 
£ ^--ioli. who were aJready' mindedt tT Ww ^d 
jom the community of San Marco, artists, wrought t^ a nTw 
and higher ambition by the teaching of Savonarola li^e thaT 
young pamter who had lately surpassed himseUtoWs fr^S 
of the divine chUd on the wall of the Frate's bare ^U uT 

Tn^i^ ^'f»°'*°'»' Who was never to see the lightof another 
morning. There were well-bom women attir^ w X^uch 
scrupul^ous plainness that their more refined^ce was the 

IL • -T.,^ predominant proportion of the genuine 

^^fan, or middle class, belonging both to the Mafor Td 
Minor Arts, conscious of purses threatened by war-taJes I^d 

rSe Fr .te?s^' -7"""^ ^''^^•^ ^ ^ *^« otter clats 
of tte Fr.te s disciples, there was the long stream of poorer 
badesmcL and artisans, whose faith and hope in^i^ Ee 
message varied from the rude and undiscriminatog tmst^ 
h^ as the friend of the poor and the enemy of the wfou^ 
oppressive rich, to that eager tasting of all the subtS o? 
hbhcal interpretation which takes a ?ec„liarl7strlg hold on 

iSriightriJ^eSce''^*^ " ^"^ "^« ^' -- ^ 

U^^^^i^'"'^'^°^'.^°'^^'"' °* *'>« IVate were scat- 
tered many who were not in the least his disciples. Some 



.1 /: 

i ll 

^Z^^ y^°^^ ''^'^^^' '""^ "oti'*" "t fear and 
Tfif^ ^5"? *° *•"' ^^^ P^^-JiagBPiritof the popular p^ 
a feigned deference. Others were sincere adyocZ of a "e^ 
govemnjen^ but regarded Savonarola simply as an .^bitious 
monk-half sagacious, half fanatical-whoYad mTde hi^e" 
a powerful instrument with the people, and must be aoceTted 
as an important social fact. There were even some of hS 

the W»^r"f ^^'Z'^^ ««' tl'e "ins once more tightly 
men, who detested him as the kiU-joy of Florence Fn^hf 
sermons in the Duomo had already beUeSrcI'iJde^t 

The men'of T" ^l""™"*^ "^^ "'^"-' - wel? L ofthh! 
The men of ideas, like young Niccold Macchiavelli went to 
observe and write reports to friends away in Z.t' vUlas 

tte rr "'^'^tr' '^' ''°"° «P^'' •*"* <» hunting S 
the Frate, as a public nuisance who made game scarcl w3 

Sat Whir' "' "t^ '"* ^"^ ,^^rofZ2ZT. 
«nJ« th^ « °,° P™""''*' "^"^ ^"^ " "">" -nassive influ- 

ence than Savonarola, no preacher ever had more hete«,wne- 
ous matenals to work upon. And one secret of the Sve 
mfluence lay m the highly mixed character of his prSnl 
Baldas^ure, wrought into an ecstasy of self-marty"in™nB!' 

rv°°'^J^."*™'"^ •""« -^""S '^0 partial and n^ow svm- 
paaies of that audience. In Savo/arola's preacWnTS 
were strains that appealed to the very finest susceptibiWi^ 
elZ JTr '^.<i.*^«™''«'e elements that S^lZ 
sSitiof TT^"'"'^'^* r"^'""' "^^ ^'"''^ated timorZ 
rtS »!?■ ?", ^^ °* P*'^*' predominance, his laby! 
rinthine aUegorical interpretations of the Scriptures his enig- 
matic visions, and his false certitude about the d7v ne i^^f 

fceTvirnTer^.H'?"°""'"«««°"^' *° ^ -""iX 
that fervid piety, that passionate sense of the infinite that 

of iTfi^^f *^^1 *^''* clear-sighted demand for the subT£ 
mon with the greatest of mankind. But for the mass of W 
audience all the pregnancy of his preaching ay iXs sLne- 
Msertion of supernatural claims, in his denunlto^ vS^ 
in the false certitude which gave his sermons the intoi.rof a 

^HV^^Hi^^^^P*il^Hli^n^HHHPnHr^liHBMliV wm ^^m '*^ ^^Mf 


political bulletini and haying onoe held that audience in hi. 
mastery, it was necessary to his nature— it was neo«.«^ *!. 
their weUar^that he should keep the masZ T^^^ffS 
wasmevxtable. No man ever sb^ggled to retain powert^ 

^«^ r-'";."'*'^ '"'^ ""^ "» °™ best insight 

The mysteries of human character have seldom been ore- 
janted in a way more fitted to check the judgmentsTf^Ue 
knowingness than in Girolamo Savonai 'i, but we cL ri™ 
him a reverence that needs no shutting o. le eye! to Tacf « 

modifications accompanying the outward changes. And uTto 
aus period, when his more direct action on politicaT a&i™ 
had only just begun, it is probable that his im^rious n^ rf 

^TiTrS^sT^n^r^--^^'^^ ^ ^' »--«-- 

false show of unblemished whiteness. Let us fling awwthe 
chalk and boldly say, -the victim is spot^d, but iUs n^ 



AtsU O'clock that evening most people in Florence wen 
gM^e entrance of the new CharC^e was to J ov^ 
Etoubtless when the roll of drums, the bl^t of truZ,ta, Ti 
the tramp of horses along the Pisan road began to mi^te w^ 
So's^hTw"' ";r'^'' '^'^' '' ''^ " g^and momtt £ 
long-winding terrible pomp on the backgromid of the green 
^1 r J"^"^" '^""^ ""^ "" ^""''Wne to UghTupX 
S^b^tl '"""'"' ""^P^*"' "^^ P"^""' a-d'silkensur! 
the picked troops advanced into close view, they could be seeo 




\ it 





»U the more diitinotly for the absence of dancing glitter TaU 
and tough Scotch archers, Swiss halberdiers Befcf aT^pondS 
ous, nimble Gascons ready to wheel and climb, cavSry " 
which each man looked like a knight-errant with'hr^Zn^ 
table spear and charger-it was satisfactory to bo assured that 
they wo,Jd injure nobody but the enemies of Godl Wi^ 
that confidence at heart it was a less dubious pleas^e to kok 
at the array of strength and splendor in nobles and knights, 
and youthftil pages of choice lineage-at the bossed andtw- 

svl,7°f f ""' "* ^' """" "^^ embroidered with s^e 
symbolic^ deyices of pious or gallant meaning, at the wfd 
chains and jewelled aigrettes, at the gorgeous hLe-trappC 
and brocaded mantles, and at the transcendent canopy cSd 
]^ select youths above the head of the Most Christian Ki^g 
To sum up with an old diarist, whose spelling and diction 
halted a htUe behind the wonders of this royll yisit,-'^" 

ButfortheSignoria, who had been waiting on their plat- 
form against the gates, and had to march out at the right mo- 
rnen^ with their orator m front of them, to meet the mighty 
gue ^ the grandeur of the scene had been somewhat screened 
by unplea«»nt sensations. If Messer Luca Corsini could have 
had a brief Latin welcome depending from his mouth in legi- 
Ue characters, it would have been less confusing when le 

tZhtr°°i.T^T**'^ -^ ^P**^^"''^ '° ""«» ""i horses 
that broke ofE the delivery of his well-studied periods, and re- 
du^d the representatives of the scholarly city to offer amake- 
shift welcome m impromptu French. But that sudden con- 
fusion had created a great opportunity for Tito. As one of 

behad the Signoria, and with whom these highest dignities 
were promiscuously thrown when pressed upon by the horses. 
..-/fl^*^^ '^P *°'^""* »"^ "^y " *«^ ^°'^o ^ I^nch," 
Zj^fT- « *v°° °°' °* ^'«^ importsace chose to risk a 
second failure. "You, Francesco Gaddi-you can speak." 
But Gaddi, distrusting 1.18 own promptness, hung backV and. 
pushuigTito, said, "You, Melema." 8 at.", ana, 

Tito stepped forward in an instant, and, with the air of pro- 
found deference that came as naturaUy to him as walking, said 


the few needful words in the name of the Signoria: then gave 
way graceiaUy. and let the king pass on. His presenc^I? 

mg, had been a ready instrument this time. It was an excel- 
lent hmy servant that never forsook him when danger waa 
no^ visible. But when he was complimented on l^^opZ 
Tthr"'? ^i""8hed it off as a thing of no momen?^d 
to those who had not witnessed it, let Gaddi have the cre^^ 
of the improvised welcome. No wonder Tito was popX 
the^touchstone by which men try us is most often theifown 

Other things besides the oratorical welcome had turned out 
rather worse than had been expected. If eveiythingid W 
pened according to ingenious preconceptions; the Florence 
procession of cl»gy and laity would not have found the^^y 

llso^ t^« V ' '° "^ *° T" '^^ ^^« "* "»« Cathedral only 
Also, If the young monarch under the canoDv seated on hi! 
charger with his lance upon his thigh, h^?4eTmo,e ,"ke , 
Char emagne and less like a hastil/modelled grote^aue th« 

nes'S " Cha^° ""Af T ^'^ """«« "' Itali-" ^TcS" 
™?.t ^1 f ^™P'°'' °f **« honor of women » had had a less 

In^K .'^""^ °"'5^ '^^ "°™^ "^ of toesilhat hs 
mouth had been of a less reptilian width of slit, his' nTse a^d 

elotS ^i ,7 '^"»"'«" ""t^e- But the thin leg rested^n 
doth of gold and pearls, and the face was only ai intTrrup" 
ton of a few square inches in the midst of black veCt^^d 
gold, and the blaze of rubies, and the briUianTtilts of ^- 

And the people had cried FrancU, Francia! wi^ an en- 
tosiasm proportioned to the splendor of the canopy whch 

fflonal custom; royal lips had duly kissed the altar; JtSL 

f^^TZ %" 7" ^r° "^^ ™*""« -«- lodge"! S 
werHisnL?^ ViaLarga, the rest of the nobles iTd gentry 
t«^h?»^ M '™°°« ^^^ 8'^' ''°"««'' of Florence, and S 

Sis ' fc ""' """Tt^^ ^ '^^ ^^'o «"d other °p» 
quarters. The business of the day was ended. 



by a stream of redder Ucht frnm .!? ^ * comers, or 

Umps suspended at the windows of ''.2?^°°"''^' """""«« 
could walk alone no less ^,,^T / ^°'"*''' •" ""* "«" 
day.-"/. ,™7."4ira"^'^ "^^ conunodiously than by 

atSetro'triTthe"'' ■^''° "«'-" '" -"^-g 

unnoticed from the midst ofuf*!,! ' ^'^ *""P« 

leisure thoroughly to fa^e »n^ afte'-supper gayety. Onoe at 
hoped that hetuldsotLrtha^»:i?r his circumstances, he 
bmties as to get ri J Tf SST 1^° ""iTrhad onir*": 
been wanting in the nresenpn nf „,; a °^'^ °°' 

Kc- si'-s >^i « srs? ""Ts 

gave a slight start and quickened hTspLfoftheT. 7^ 
tines Who cJed for ^L^^ tf= ~ - aU More^^ 

bug.^to-^,HtinstrdX"mori;mi^;^. Httle bit of 
-de doorway, standing at the truncated angW ^t bS 



oarred capital*. >*R^n8t th« ,J ?• I. x '""^' "'"> ""ghly 
line of the J-uted tCild co,?.J'«''^r'^ '" ^^ t^' o"'^ 
gr«.d figure of ii J 6 S hthu " °°' '? '"f' """^ ^^e 
and fall, first hiding andXdLwT '" '^''^"'''' "»« 
n>outh and powerful brow Two iZ? ^"^"^^^ "^ ^" «'» 
at the anvil, the other at the lellowf tU^? ^^™''' °»« 
superior massiveness. ' °"^*^ *° »«' "ff hi* 

Tito darkened the doorwar wii-h . 
standing in silence, since Has ^i" 7"^ "■^"""t °"tline, 
should deign to paise and noZ h m ThT''' "''*" ^"^"'^ 
» had beaten the head of ^ ^^'to Th 7"" T ""''''''« 
edge and dismissed it fron> hiraTvU R . .''"« ^''"Pness of 
Tito had satisfied himself La „W ro^n^H 1? "^l "'*''° *^« 

he turnedTm"thTrrrd\iir-\^°'^ """^ « 
hip. " ""^ ^sted his hammer on his 

;; What is it, Messer Tito? Business? » 

interrpTfo/iSjel't'""'' "°* ''^^ -"^-'-i *» 
that^as^ajgn thaT/o^^ :o^^?^,« -»! ^o-- -- I take 

sj^ar-reaS" l^^rfooUhatlSaf ''^""f ^"^ "^ -^ 

put his pumpkin-head i^toTay^inntr '^''P ""^ 
and see the King of France anH h^^i ' „ ' **"" °°' """ns 
swered, 'No: 1 donWnf f v°'^'*"'^ ^^ I'^e an- 

their bieks."' "^' *° "** *^«' f""*"-! want to see 

in case of an uproar?" *^*° """^ ^"y"'*'' and spits 

walt'^t^em!"' The J^t^ZeT. '°°^' ?1 ^'°"°<'« " "''^'y *« 


But he doesn't see birds caught 
as some of our people try to make 

that I 

with w iking at 

out. He sees sense. 


I ,' 



Md not noniwue. But you're a bit of a Medlowtn, UeMW 
Tito Melem.. Ebbwjel k I've been mytell in my time, be- 
fore the oaak began to run eour. What's your businese? » 

Simply to know the price of that fine coat of mail I law 
hMgmg up here the other day. I want to buy it for a certain 
personage who needs a protection of that sort under his 

"Let him come and buy it himself, then," said Niccol6, 
blunUy I'm rather nice about what I seU, and whom I .eU 
to. I like to know who's my customer.'- 

"I know your scruples, Nioool6. But that is only defen- 
sive armor: it can hurt nobody." 

ii'^™®' ]"" .- ""y "''k* «*• "«> who wears it feel himseU 
all Ui) .afer if he should want to hurt somebody. No, no- 
It « nc. my own work; but it's fine work of Maso of Brescia! 
I should be loath for it to cover the heart of a scoundrel. I 
must know who is to wear it." 

" T*}?' ^V^' *° ^ P'a>° ''** yo", Nicool6 mio, I want it 

-T^h f^ T *"- ,^T^8 '* '"" ""«'''» *° ^ persuasion. 

The fact IS, I am likely to have a journey to take-and you 
know what journeying is in these times. You don't suspect 
me of treason against the Republic? " 

"No, I know no harm of you," said Niccol6, in his blunt 
way again. "But have you the money to pay for the coat? 
For you've passed my shop often enough to know my sign- 
you ve seen the burning account-books. I trust nobody The 
price is twenty florins, and that's because it's second-hand 
You re not likely to have so much money with you. Let it 
be till to-morrow." ■««<." 

"I happen to have the money," said Tito, who had been 
wmnmg at play the day before, and had not emptied his purse. 

1 U carry the armor home with me." 

Nioool6 reached down the finely wrought coat, which fell 
together into little more than two handfuls. 

"There, then," he said, when the florins had been told 
down on his palm. "Take the coat. It's made to cheat 
sword, or poniard or arrow. But, for my part, I would 
never put such a thing on. It's like carrying fear about with 






STdfoT ""^ *^' """ " y"" "•"•"-wilding doi 



hJIhf" ^'*° "'"f ^^""S <"»«• the bridge with the new- 
bought armor under his mantle, Romola wm pacing up ITd 
c^the old hbrary, thinking of him and iZ^IZ^t 

It waa but a few fair faoea that had not looked forth fm™ 

h« nobles. One of the few waa Bomola's. She had bZ 

suddenly m his chair, three months before. ' 

Is not Tito coming to write? » he had said, when the bell 
had long ago sounded the usual hour in the even^g He h^ 

rwSirm"^^.''^"'-^"-*^- ---"*' ""'tnolitl 
kniw k/***"' ?^''"* to go to a supper at the cardinal's : yon 

!rof;":.rir '-""'' "^ "-'-^ -'^" -'' -— » ^ » 

apparently pacified by this hope ^ ^ ^'^°' 

^^ silent a little whUe; then, suddenly flushing, he 

hai'Lr.'L^°°'^'^°"*'^^°'"°'«- Get the pen. He 

Id nnfv ^„\*^ *^"' *^« ^^'^ I'latonists. I shall d', 
and nothing will have been done. Make haste, my Bomoli' 




UW.whie,.oou.tomed to pauses in diototionf wd wheT « 
"I »m quite ready, fttherl " 

Romola looked Uok on that hou, with some indignation 

^tJ.,.Tf ' ^:^ r° "*"" ""• fimoutburstofK" 
row there had mingled the irrepressible thought "Perhaw 
my We with Tito will be more perfect now " ^ 

For the dream of » triple life with an undinded sum «rf 
happmesshadnot been quite fulfilled. The I^ntew-^tS 
shower of sweete to have been perfectly typical, sho^d hale 

fault ^ JiT? "^ .'^"P*"*' d thorns. It was not Tito's 
fault, Romola had continually assured her«,lf. He was sttU 
M gentlene«i to her, and to her father also. But it ™ to 

Star: o7t°h"''Tw'"'"'' " clearly now-ftw^ Tth" 
nature of things that no one but herself could go in-i 

after month, a^dyear after year, fulfiUing patiefSy .«'?« 
father's monotonous exacting demands. Even she. »W 
.ymi«thy with her father had made all the paTs^^n^d^reuS 

Tu^^Jh^ ^- ""• """ *""" *^* l^^o" tteir mar- 
riage, and even for some time after, Tito had seemed mZ, 

SLTdf,nr*^- J^--"'""''* load with confident re^ 
ness, and up to a certain point the growing irksomenemTf 
pressure is tolerable; but at last the^esi^ te rTefZ no 
longer be resisted. Komola said to herself that she haHeL 
very foohsh and ignorant in her girlish time: she waTwi^ 
now, and would make no unfair demands on the man to wh^ 
she had given her best woman's love and worship. ^, 
breatii of sadness that still cleaved to her lot while she «. 
her father month after month sink from elaSon tto niv r 



q>p>intaimt m Tito gare him Im* and Ism of bli time, and 
mad. bland exouw. for not continuing hi. own .hare of the 
jotat work-that Mdnn. wa. no fault of Tito's, ,he wid, but 
Ill^W :^ ,^«:''«"« <l-ti"y- " h. .tayed l.„ and l.„ 

, ""' 7°^' *"■' "" because they oould hardly ever be 
^on.. Hi. oaresse. were no lee. tender: if ghe pleaded tim- 

dly on any one evening that he .hould .toy with her father 
InstMd of going to another engagement which waa not per- 
wnptory, he eiouwd himself with such charming gayetyi he 
[»«ned to Imger about her with .uch fond playf.^nLJ Mo^ 
he oould qmt her, that .he could only feel a little heartache 
inthe mid.t of her love, and then go to her father and try to 
Mftra hi. vexation and disappointment. But all the while 
1^,'^ imagination was busy trying to see how Tito 
oould be a. good a. she had thought he was, and yet find it 
impossible to sacrifice those pleasures of society which were 
necessarily more vivid to a bright creati-re like him than to 
the common run of men. She herself would have liked more 
fof W fTif ,'"*°'i"''<'°= •' "" t^e "ho gave it up wUlingly 

ttan^l. / »!;^''T'"'"''°"''* ^^^ 8iven up much mo™ 
th<m that for Uie Mke even of a .light wish on Tito's part. 
It was clear that their natures differed widely; but perhaps it 
WM no more than the inherent difference between man and 
woman, that made her affections more absorbing. If there 
were any other difference she tried to perpuade herwlf that 
the mfenonty wa. on her aide. Tito was really kinder than 
«ie wa., better tempered, less proud and reoentful: he had 
no angry retorte, he met all complaint, with perfect sweetnew • 

Spre^^ " '^""''^ •" ^'' '^^ *""" "''"8« *»«» '<«^ 

iJl^^T^ ^ '"'7 ^"^ '"*^' ■"^«" 't " "ot under the 
unmediate power of some strong unquestioning emotion, to 
.nspect Itself, and doubt the truth of its own impression^ 
oonsoiou. of possibilities beyond its own horizon. And Bom- 
ola wa. urged to doubt herself the more by the necessity of 
interpreting her disappointment in her life with Tito so as 

TeT^ett?""" i" ^"^^r"^ ^'' P""^*- I>i«PPomtment? 
^e.^ there was no otb ■ milder word that would t*!! the truth 
Perhaps all womer , suffer the disappointment of igno^ 






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1 1- 

I :i: 




Mnt hopes, if she only knew their eiDerienoe <.«ii *•■ ' 
luid been somethine wwnliar in h., i!* v , ^'^' *"• 

the solitary hours wift h«r f!^t fu .* "*'' heartache in 

atonement she oouldinaifn^T .If '"u"""^ "»" ''^ «"> 
to joy at his lo^ T^fLw ' *^?«^ ^"^ «~«"«i "**" 

seed-time without a harvest-™ ^^n.^ ^^'^'^ '""g 
remained of it hesid^l^^^- I *"'* '""'' ""* »" that 

fru^ity. Thettent o^er faS'sT.^T'" *°"..'"^ 
about thU library was a sacli'tugatiSlriCr" 

del Nero, though wS <?f ^•''° "^"^^ Bernardo 
Florentii^es, l^^v^^^^"" '*'"« "^""S *« ^"^thieBt 
sand florin;-rw?^^ b thoTf^ """" °' "'""* » '^'^• 
the coUeotioVt^rfl^ *°" days-aooepting a lien on 

-ee. «« the cardinal findsTSCrhr^-^r;;- 




m1^ T ^*^- "^ T^ *'°°'"'* *° ^° t^' "»*• I have no 
children, I can afford the risk." 

But within the Iwt t«n days all hopes in the Medici had 
«^metoanend: and the famous Medicean collections in the 

l!L^.T/T ^"T^""^ '" '^'"8" "^ dispersion. French 
agenU had already begun to see that such ^ry fine antique 

nation in Europe; and the Florentine State, which had got 
possession of the Medicean libraiy, was likely to be glad of a 
3 r.i; '^ "■ .."^''^ ■* "'' *° '«">-' Pisa hangini over i^ 
S^ll^ ' ^^'^T*^ °* ^"^^8 *" P^y l"e« ^obsidfes to the 
s^ri^te * ^*' '" ^"""'y *" P'«**" """-y *° ""»""• 

„),,>? ?°°'°1» t^'sa grave political changes had gathered their 
chief interest from their bearing on the fulfilment of he" 

^^k^f r "? '.* "^^ '"^ "^"^ '''"^ ^^«» accustomed to 
^ebc to the vulgar present, of the Pnyx and the Forum as 
^methmg more worthy of attention than the councils of living 

W ir . r .,'"" *^"' *^* """O**"" °* i«^ best hope about 
her father's library. The times, she knew, were unpleasant 

!««™?1f "l*^" ^'^' ^"^ ^'^ 8°''^''*ber and Tito! IZ- 
nt^ri,^? ^^~l'""^ *^« '^"P*'* '"bble were full of su^- 
cms, but her new keen interest in public events, in the out- 
break of war, in the issue of the French king's visit, in the 
Sfbv^h '"' '^t *° "^^^ ^ *^« StaV was kl^d^d 
^1 L^ w '"T °f ^"^^ '^'^ •'"'7 *° ber father's memory. 
AURomola's ardor had been concentrated in her affections. 

UttLt!r™i^ "/"f'^'.^"™"^ P""""^** bid been for h'; 
httle more than a toU which was borne for his sake; and Tito's 

m L«^- '^* T"^ ^^ "" ''"'»<'«°° *" ber that was no 
merged m the deeper sympathies that belong to young love 
and trust. Romola had had contact with no mind that could 
fZ^^ ^^' possibilities of her nature; they lay folded and 
cnished like embryonic wings, making no element in her con- 
..lousnwis beyond an occasional vague uneasiness. 
iJut this new personal interest of hers in public affairs had 




n«de h«r care at last to underrtand preoiady whM tolh«» 
F« Gm,lamo'8 preaching waa likely to havS on tbatoT? 

Tshe co^^*^"" "", *"- '°™ "^ '^^ «*»*« '«" talked^. nd' 
^LTki T}^}^^^'^ Tito, whose seoretaryahip and aer- 

mXtr^^ th""'' '™ "*" *••- ^"^ ''^»''"° busing 
made her only the more eager to fill out her lonely day by ^ 

hfSdZ'to'h^*'''"''; .'^'"'"°™^«'*-"'«fi"'S 

and^f ^» V l""'"' "'"' '""'^ *"""«•* » """Iden resolution, 
^nffJ^ u f *^^ 'P°* "^"^ J"" fel-e^ was buried ta 
^ta Croce, had walked on to the Duomo. The memoS oi 
that last scene with Dino was still yivid witiiin her wWer 

questions which U h^ta":wak?n:iT hHtS^ ie^' 
agam by that subjection to her husband's mind wWchT^^ 

ll^Z f ut :i°jr^" t '"^'""•^ -*^ passionate de "S 
O^^w.. • .**• ^^* remembered the effect of Fra 
Jn^w ^- ^°'"'' '"'^ P'^™"" »"» ^0^ «« a ground for eip^t 
tag that his sermon might move her in spite of his S. 

W^chlr nfT^ ,'«P'*"'""' ^P"'^'"". that this fanatical 
preacher of tribulations was after all a man toward whom i? 
might ..possible for her to feel personal regaTLTe^ 
mce The denunciations and exhortations simply arrested her 
attention She Mt no terror, no pangs of colincefSiL 

Z^tl:! Tf''^'^^^''^'''^'^'^^^ "ut could n^ 
Zm ^T /?"*^l|«°8Ji« heard Savonarola invoke martyr- 
dom she gobbed witii the rest: she felt herself pen^d 

apart trom aU the definable interests of her lifA Tf „.- _ I 
a^ether unlike the thrill whic^hfd lompanLTrir 
rare heroic touches in history and poetry; but fte re^ 
blance was as ti,at between the me^Try of musS aTdX 

BuV2:r ^'^'"' '■^ '"*"'^ ^"-^^K harmonL 
nnU^ . . i"^!!f "•' *'"°*'°°' "^^''S "" it was, seemed to lie 
quite outside th« mner chamber and sanctulry of her life 
She waa not thinking of Fra Girolamo now; she waa Cin^ 



anxionaly for the step of her husband. Durine these tJ.,«« 

TS 8^ Jf "'^"'^."'•'""r" "night begin to be more p^l 
feet. She was conscious of being sometimes a little too Zd 
or too urgent about what concerned her father's mem^!!; 

that were said and done in the world he frequented_a little tS 
hasty in suggesting that by living quite siiply as her fath^ 
h^ done^ they might become rich enough to pay BerLdo del 
Kero, and reduce the difficulties about the UbC itZ 

Tsh^'dS'^f f '° '°'^t"^' "" ^'"""^ly ""^ thiTlast poini 
1 tL^t f It. "'"^^ " 8^«»* ^"'^ fr<"n hi°' to give 
up luxuries for which he really labored. The next time Sto 
came home she would be caref^ to suppress ,^1 those ZS 
ings thatseemed to isolate her f,x,m hii Bomola ^as Sr- 
W-,? ''ir"'8''°""« -""St, to subdue her nature to her hus- 
band's. Thegreatneedof her heart compelled her to strLwrle 
with desperate resolution, every rising Lpulse of suSn 

bS T« r\ '/ ''""' ."^'''8 **» '°'«- TI"** would have 
Z^W^.. f^.'""'^ "^^ """"^ ^«'' "^d l«a^« h" feet over- 
such a future for herself; she was only beginning to t^Z 
mTrp^e."^'"* " «>»* clinging WwmTKnSbet 
hompir'l'^ '"'^ ^^^"^ '°°8' *°' "f **° »"«i n°t come straight 

i . .w'J ^*™^''"'° ^« ""^ «""»i"g the Ponte Euu" 
conte aiat Romola heard the great door of* the couTtuSg 
on Its hmges and hastened to the head of the stone stTs 
There was a lamp hanging over the stairs, and they could see 
each other distinctly as he ascended. The eiE mouth! 

in lltos; the expression was more subdued, less cold ai,a 
morebes«chiug and, asthe pink flush oversprearht' f^e 
now in her joy that the long waiting was at a^ end she ™ 

on that day, any onlooker would have said that Bomola's 

M*§ .^mm 






n*ture was made to oommand, and Tito's to bend; yet now 
Bomok^s mouth was quivering a little, and tliere Ju wane 
tunidity in her glance. ^^ 

He made an effort to smile, as she said,—. 

not £,?^ ^°" ""' '^^' '' ^" ^'^ » '""s-^ff ^V: U it 
Maso was there, and no more -tos said untU they had 
crossed the ante-chamber and closed the door of the library 
behind them. The wood was burning brightly on the ^ 
dogs; that was one welcome for Tito, late a. he was,%™i 
Jtomola'a gentle voice was another. 

He just turned and kissed her when she took off his mantle- 
f ?!"« T* *°Z"^ " Wgh-baoked chair placed for him nea^ 
the fire, threw himself into it, and flung away his cap, sav- 
ing, not peevishly, but in a fatigued tone of remonstrance, as 
he gave a slight shudder,— 

"Bomola, I wish you would give up sitting in this library. 
Surely our own rooms are pleasanter in this chill weather " 

Bomola felt hurt. She had never seen Tito so indifferent 
m his manner; he was usually full of lively soUoitous atten- 
tion And she had thought so much of his return to her after 
the long day's absence I He must be very weary. 

I wonder you have forgotten, Tito," she answered, look- 
mg at hun wixiously, as if she wanted to read an excuse for 
hm. m the sigm. of bodily fatigue. " You know I am making 
aie catalogue on the new plan that my father wished for; you 
have not time to help me, so I must work at it closely " 

Tito, mst^ of meeting Eomola's glance, closed his eyes 
and rubbed his hands over his face and hair. He felt he was 
behaving unlike himself, but he would make amends to-mor- 
row. The terrible resurrection of secret fears, which, if 
Bomola had known them, would have alienated her fromhim 
forever, caused him to feel an alienation already begun be- 
tween them-caused him to feel a certain repulsion toward a 
woman from whose mind he was in danger. The feeling had 
taken hold of him unawares, and he was vexed with himself 
for behaving in this new cold way to her. He could not sud- 
denly command any affectionate looks or words ; he could only 
exert himself to say what might serve as an excuse. 

'HK.^Misr A.Mcmi M'.ib .'T m'^m 



^JtM. not wdl, Bomola, you mnat not be Mppriwd if I .m 

« Ah, you have liad so nrnoh to tire you to-day. » wid Eom- 
it^h^^""^ close to hin. and laying h^i' a^ oSi 
oieet whUe she put his hair back caressingly 

of Kt?int:i^' '*' "" "^'^ '^"^ "'"^ "«> "^ «- 

.s'S'^S.r*"*""''"^""'"^'^'*''? So-tl'ing 
"It « iron-it is ohain-armor," he said at once. He wu 
prepared for the surprise and the question, Z hflZke 
quiedy^ of something that he was not hurried t^ex^ 

There was some unexpected danger to-day, then?" said 
S^eT^ZlP""'""^'^*""- "^-^^"lentJyouToJ 

Every one is threatened in these tm. who ia nnt » ™wj 
en^nyof the Me<Uei. Don't look distressS"m7^m S^ 
this armor will make me safe against covert atiaoks." 

loJ,!r .K? A"? °° ^" °*°'' "^^ """«^- This litUe dia- 

lopie about the armor had broken through the new orZ 

and made a channel for the sweet habit of kindness ^ 

R,t my godfether, then," said Romola; "is not he. toa 

1^^'' .^^^' **^« "° precautions-ought he n^? 
TJ* .'"."''* ""'^y ^ ^ '"»«' <1«"8" than yo^ who W 
so little influence compared with him » 

"It is just because I am less important that 1 am in more 
d2ger^eaidTito,re«my. "I ^ suspected corta^tlyS 
^?i^ T-^- ^* '°*° ^'^^ ^«'"" B«niardo are pro- 
^^l^w^"- t"" ^'*'°° •"'^ ^^-^ extensive famUy^n?^ 
that nobody would avenge." 
a Jl!l« .''"°' !?i' " ***' °* '"""^ particular person, or only 

fo^ in T,^ ^- T """"^ *° "P"' ''^^ ''^«» Of » degrading 
fear in Tito, which mingled itself with her anxiety. 





"IhaveliadspMialthreato," aaid Tito, "bat 1 mnit bM 
you to bo silent on the subject, my Bomola. I shaU ooosito 
that you have broken my confideaoe, if you mention it to tout 
godfather." ' 

„ ."■^"'"^dly I will not mention it," said Bomola, blushing, 
U you wish It to be a secret. But, dearest Tito," she added, 
after a moment's pause, in a tone of loving aniiety, "it wS 
make you very wretched. " 

" What wUl make me wretched? " he said, with a scarcely 
perceptible movement across hU face, as from some dartins 
sensation. '• 

" Tliis fear— this heaity armor. I can't help shuddering aa 
I feel It under my arm. I could fancy it a story of enohant- 
ment^that some malignant fiend had changed your sensitive 
human skin into a hard shell. It seems so unlike my bright 
light-hearted Titol " ' *^ 

"Then you would rather have your husband exposed to 
danger, when he leaves you?" said Tito, smUing. "If you 
don t mind my being poniarded or shot, why need I mind? I 
wUl give up the armor — shall I? " 

"No, Tito, no. I am fanciful. Do not heed what I hav« 
said. But such crimes are surely not common in Florence? 
I have always heard my father and godfether say so. Have 
they become frequent lately? " 

"It is not unlikely they will become frequent, with the bit- 
ter hatreds that sje being bred continually." 
Bomola was silint a few moments. She "shrank from insist- 

""f. nJ , " °° *** ''"^^*°* °* ^^ *™°'"- ^^^ *n«d to »l«ke it off 
Tell me what has happened to-day," she said, in a cheer- 
ful tone. " Has all gone off well? " 

" Excellently well. Krst of all, the rain came and put an 
end to Luoa Corsini's oration, which nobody wanted to hear 
and a ready-touRued personag&-some say it was Gaddi, some 
say It was Melema, but really it was done so quickly no one 
faiows who It was— had the honor of giving the Cristiaaissimo 
the briefest possible welcome in bad French." 

" Tito, it was you, I know," said Bomola, smUing brightly 
and kissmg him. " How is it you never care about olaimiM 
anythmg? And after that? " 




«hl after th»t, there was a shower of armor and jewels 
and trappings, such as you saw at the last Florentine gictra. 
only a great deal more of them. There was strutting, wd 
pranomg, Mid confusion, and scrambling, and the people 
shouted, and the Cnstianissimo smUed from ear to ear. And 
after that there was a great deal of flattery, and eating, and 
play. I was at Tomabnoni's. I wiU tell you about it to- 
morrow." ' 

"Yejs dearest, never mind now. But is there any more 
hope that limgs will end peaceably for Florence, that the 
Bepubho wiU not get into fresh troubles? " 

Tito gave a shnig. " Florence will have no peace but what 
It pays well for; that is clear." 

Ewiola's face saddened, but she checked herself, and said, 
cheerfully, "You would not guess where I went to-day, Tito 
I went to the Duomo, to hear Fra Girolamo." 

Tito looked startled; he had immediately thought of Bal- 
dassarre's entrance into the Duomo; but Eomola gave hU look 
another meanmg, 

" You are surprised, are you not? It was a sudden thought. 
I want to know all about the pubUc affairs now, and I deter- 

Tl .?• T ^°l ""y"*" ^^^ ^^ ^™*« promised the people 
about this French invasion." i-^r" 

^' Well, and what did you think of the prophet?" 

"He certainly has a very mysterious power, that man. A 

great deal of his sermon was what I expected; but once I was 

strangely moved— I sobbed with the rest." 

f J?f \T' ??°"''^" <^^ Tito, playfuUy, feeling relieved 
that she had said nothing about Baldassarre; "you have a 
touch of fanaticism in you. I shall have you seeing visions, 
like your brother." 8 '""ons, 

"No; it was the same with every one else. He carried 
them all with him; unless it were that gross Dolfo Spini. 
whom I saw there making grimaces. There was even a 
wretched-looking man, with a rope round his neck-an es- 
caped prisoner, I should think, who had run in for shelter- 
a very wild-eyed old man: I saw him with great tears rolling 
down his cheeks, as he looked and listened quite eagerly." 

There was a slight pause before Tito spoke. 

m - 





I WW tlia m«n," he itid,— "the prifonn. I wm ontaide 
the Duomo with Lorenzo Tomabuoni when he ran in. He 
had escaped from a French loldier. Did you see him when 
you OP ne out? " 

"No, he went out with our good old Piero di Coiima I 
saw Piero oome in and out off his rope, and take him out of 
the ohnroh. But you want rest, Tito? You feel ill? " 

" Yes," said Tito, rising. The horrible sense that he must 
hve in oontmual dread of what Baldassarre had said or done 
pressed upon him like a oold weight 




Potm days later, Eomola was on her way to the house of 
Piero di Cosimo, in the Via Gualfonda. Some of the streets 
through which she had to pass were lined with Frenchmen 
who were gazing at Florence, and with Florentines who were 
gazing at the French, and the gaze was not on either side en- 
tirely friendly and admiring. The first nation in Europe, of 
necessity finding itself, when out of its own country, in the 
presence of general inferiority, naturally assumed an air of 
conscious pre-eminence; and the Florentines, who had taken 
such pains to-play the host amiably, were getting into the 
worst humor with their too superior guests. 

For after the first smiling compliments and festivities were 
over— after wondrous Mysteries with unrivalled machinery of 
floating clouds and angels had been presented in churches- 
after the royal guest had honored Florentine dames with much 
of his Most Christian ogling at balls and suppers, and business 
had begun to be talked of— it appeared that the new Charle- 
magne regarded Florence as a conquered city, inasmuch as he 
had entered it with his lance in rest, talked of leaving his 
viceroy behind him, and had thoughts of bringing back the 
MedioL Singular logic this appeared to be on the part of an 
elect instrument of GodI since the policy of Piero de' Medici, 
disowned by the people, had been the only offence of Florence 



■^•t the majesty of France. And Florence waa determined 
not to iubmit. The determination waa being expressed very 
strongly w consultations of citizens inside the Old Palace, and 
It was begmning to show itself on the broad flags of thestoeeta 
and piazza wherever there was an opportunity of flouting an 
msolent Frenchman. Under these circumstances the streets 
were not altogether a pleasant promenade for well-born women : 
but RomoU, shrouded in her black veil and manUe, and with 
old Maso by her side, felt secure enough from impertinent ob- 

^d "he was impatient to visit Piero di Cosimo. A. copy of 
her father's portrait as (Edipu., whi.h he had long ago un- 
dertaken to make for her, was not yet finished; and Pieio 
wa8 8onncert»aninhi8 work-sometimes, when the demand 
was not peremptory, laying aside a picture for months: some- 
time thrustmg it into a comer or coffer, where it was likely 
to, be utterly forgotten-that she felt it necessary to watch 
over his progress. She was a favorite with the painter, and 
he was inclined to fulfil any wish of hers, but no general in- 
olmation could be trusted as a safeguard against his sudden 
whims. He had told her the week before that the picture 
would perhaps be finished by this time, and Romola was ner- 
vously anxious to have in her possession a copy of the only 
portrait existing of her father in the days of hi. blindnesi 
lesthis unage should grow dim in her mind. The sense of 
defect in hep devotednesa to him made her cling with aU the 
force of compunction as well as affection to the duties of mem- 
^. Love does not aim simply at the conscious good of the 
beloved object: it is not satisfied without perfect loyalty of 
Heart; it aims at its own completeness. 

Eomola, by special favor, was allowed to intrude upon the 
paonter without previous notice. She lifted the iron slide and 
called Piero in a flute-like tone, as the littie maiden with the 
eggs had done m Tito's presence. Piero was quick in an- 
swering, but when he opened the door he accounted for his 
quickness in a manner that was not complimentary 

' Ah, Madonna Eomola, is it you? I thought my eggs 

were come; I wanted them." **^ 

"I have brought you something better than hard eggs, 






I :i' 

Pieto. Mmo hu got a little baiket full of oakei and eenfitti 
for you, " laid Bomola, smiling, as she put baok her veU. She 
took the basket from Maso, and stepping into the honse, said, — 

" I know you like these things when you can hare them 
without trouble. Confess you do. " 

" Yes, when they come to me as easily as the light does," 
said Piero, folding his arms and looking down at the sweet- 
meats as Eomola nnoovered them and glanoed at him arafaly. 
" And they are oome along with the light now," he added, 
lifting his eyes to her face and hair with a painter's admira- 
tion, as her hood, d^ged by the weight of her veil, fell 
baok ward. 

"But I know what the sweetmeats are for," he went on; 
"theyaretostopmy mouth while you scold me. Well, go 
on into the next room, and you wUl see I've done something 
to the picture since you saw it, though it's not finished yet. 
But I didn't promise, you know : I take care not to promise;— 

'"Chi promette e non mantlene 
L'antma sua non va mai bene. ' " 

The door opening on the wild garden was closed now, and 
the painter wag at work. Not at Bomola's picture, howerer. 
That was standing on the floor, propped against the wall, and 
Piero stooped to lift it, that he might carry it into the pnqwr 
light But in. lifting away this picture, he had disclosed 
another— the oil-sketch of Tito to which he had made an im- 
portant addition within the last few days. It was so much 
smaller than the other picture, that it stood far within it, and 
Piero, apt to forget where he had placed anything, was not 
aware of what he had revealed as, peering at some detail in 
the painting which he held in his hands, he went to place it 
on an easel. But Bomola exclaimed, flushing with astonish- 
ment, — 

"That is Tito I" 

Piero looked round, and gave a silent shrug. He was 
vexed at his own fbrgetfulness. 

She was still looking at the sketch in astonishment; but 
presently she turned toward the painter, and said with puz- 
zled alarm, — 


When did you fiat it? What 

"Wlutt a ttnuge piotuni 
doM it mean? " 

"A mere fancy of mine," said Piero, lUting off hU ikuU- 
oap, Mratohing his head, and making the luual grimace by 
which he avoided the betrayal of any feeling. " I wanted a 
^^^dMme young face for it, and your hueband'e waa juat the 

He went forward, atooped down to the picture, and lifting 
It away with its back to Bomola, pretended to be irivinir it a 
passing exMnination, before putting it aside as a thing not 
good enough to show. * 

But Bomola, who had the fact of the armor in her mind, 
and was penetrated by this strange coincidence of things which 
asMcwted Tito with the idea of fear, went to hi. elbow and 

" Don't put it away ; let me look again. That man with the 
rope round his neck-I saw him_I saw you come to him in 

tte wirTito??"* '"" " ""' '^' ^°" '•"* ''^ -*» • P- 
Piero saw no better resource than to teU part of the truth 
It was a mere accident. The man was running away- 
running up the steps, and caught hold of your husband- I 
supp<»e he had stumbled. I happened to be there, and mw 
It, and I ttought the savage-looking old feUow waa a good 
•ubjeot. Birt It's worth nothing-it's only a freakish d^ 
rf mme Piero ended contemptuously, moving the sketch 

Sr.^? r .l'*!tT°' •"'* P"«*"8 it on a high shelf. 
Come and look at the CEdipus." 

He had shown a litUe too much anxiety in putting the 
sketch out of her sight, and had produced the very impres- 
8U)n he had sought to prevent-that there was really some- 
tlung unpleasant, something disadvantageous to Tito in the 
circumstances out of which the picture arose. But this im- 
pression sUenced her: her pride and delicacy shrank from 
questioning further, where questions might seem to imply 

hus^d. She merely said, in as quiet a tone as she could,— 
• He waa a strange piteous-looking man, that prisoner. Do 
you know anything more of him? " 


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"Ko more: I tbowed him the way to the hotpital, thtt'i 
all. 8««, now, tb* fact of (Sdipua ii pretty niwrW flnlihed: 
tall m* wlutt you think of it." 

BomoU now gave her whole attention to her father's por- 
trait, itanding in long tilenoe before it 

"Ah," she laid at laat, "you have done what I wanted. 
Ton hare given it nn i-e of the listening look. My good Piero " 

— she tnmed toward him with bright moist eye* " I am very 

grateful to you." 

"Now that's what I oan't bear in you women," said Piero^ 
turning impatiently, and kicking aside the objects that littered 
the floor— "you are always pouring out feelings where there's 
no oall for them. Why should you be grateful to me for a 
picture you pay me for, especially when I make you wait for 
it? And if I paint a picture, I suppose it's for my own pleas- 
ure and credit to paint it well, eh? Are you to thank a man 
for not being a rogue or a noodle? It's enough if he himself 
thanks Messer Domeneddio, who has made him neither the one 
nor the other. But women think walls are held together with 

" Yon crusty Piero I I forgot how snappish you are. Here, 
put this nice sweetmeat in your mouth," said Bomola, smil- 
ing through her tears, and taking something very crisp and 
sweet from the little basket. 

Piero accepted it very much as that proverbial bear that 
dreams of pears might accept an exceedingly mellow " swan- 
egg "—really liking the gif^ but accustomed to have his pleas- 
ores and pains concealed under a shaggy coat. 

"It's good, Madonna Antigone," said Piero, putting his fin- 
gers in the basket for another. He had eaten nothing but 
hard eggs for a fortnight. Bomola stood opposite him, feel- 
ing her new anxiety suspended for a little while by the sight 
of this naive enjoyment, 

"Qood-by, Piero," she said, presently, setting down the 
basket. " I promise not to thank you if you finish the portrait 
soon and well. I will tell you, you were bound to do it for 
your own credit." 

" Good," said Piero, curtly, helping her with much deftness 
to fold her mantle and veil round her. 



** I m gltd iha Mkad no more qTiMtiou aboat that iketeh," 
h* thought, whan he had oloMd the door behind her "I 
•bouJd be eoriy for her to gueu that I thought her fine hoi- 
buid « good model for a coward. But I made light of it: 
the'll not think of it again." 

Piero was too sanguine, as open-heaited men are apt to be 
when they attempt a litUe clever simulation. The thought of 
the picture pressed more and more on Bomola as she walked 
homeward. She could not help putting together the two facta 
of the chain-armor and the encounter mentioned by Piero be- 
tween her husband and the prisoner, which had happened on 
the morning of the day when the armor was adopted. That 
look of terror which the painter had given Tito, had he seen 
itr What could it all mean? » -f «»u 

" It means nothing, " she tried to assure herself. " It was a 
mere coincidence. Shall I ask Tito about it?" Her mind 
said at last, "No: I will not question him about anything he 
did not tell me spontaneously. It m an offence against the 
trust I owe him." Her heart said, " I dare not agk him." 

There was a terrible flaw in the trust : she was afraid of any 
hasty movement, as men are who hold something precious and 
want to believe that it is not broken. 



"Tm old fellow has vanished; went on toward Arezzo the 
next morning i not liking the smeU of the French, I suppose, 
after being their prisoner. I went to the h pital to inquire 
after him ; I wanted to know if those broth-uiaking monks had 
found out whether he was in his right mind or not. How- 
ever, they said he showed no signs of madness— only took no 
notice of questions, and seemed to be planting a vine twenty 
miles off. He was a mysterious old tiger. I should have 
liked to know something more about him." 

It was in Nello's shop that Piero di Cosimo was speaking, 
on the twenty-fourth of November, just a week after the en- 

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^Jf fX^^t^ '*'"' ''" » P^ty of Biz or seven u- 
aembled at the rather unusual hour of three in the afternoon- 
for .t was a day on which aU Florence was excited hf^^l 

^f^ ard^""'\^L'**'^ "'•"'• ^^""y lounging-pS^e 
W« f ' T "7 ?''P'«'«P«' ^^° had no wife or deputy to 

while aie streets were constantly sprinkled with artisans paus- 
ing or passing lazily like floating splinters, ready to rushfor- 
ward impetuously if any object att^cted tLT 

. ello had been thrumming the lute as he half sat on the 
XiX° ""■ •^''P--^-. -d kept an outlook Z^l 

„I^" }l ^'^ '*^'°« ^""^ <*« Inte, with emphasis, "I 

d^y™ " fi^- ^"^ ^^'> ""^-^ *^^ sight of^ the 
Fwuch soldiers waddling in their broad shoes after their run! 
away prisoners! That comes of leaving my shop to sh^e 
Wficent chins It is always so: if ever I ^ Jtht tvd 
^y^' '"°'''^' *^" ""^ °PP"*^'*y of\appeni^t 

ing lav "Tusw^* *° '^^ "T" *^'"^" ""-i ^^''«'. «Wsbit. 
^ J /'*. ■• ^ ^* y"" ^*^°"'« ^^'eek look as frightened 
as If Satonasso had laid hold of him. I like to ^TZ 

ttnl 11 ^ V* "'■'P'*' °* themselves. What color dVyou 
think a man's Lver is, who looks like a bleached deer as ,^n 
as a chance stranger lays hold of him suddenly? " 

e.^J'w'h^r^-?''- '^'«"°* ""^^ ■" ^'"^ to thine own 
wh^ hSt a'tJ^^T' ""^ *^ «^»-*<.thathelooked startled 
When he felt a pair of claws upon him and saw an unchained 

sla f P " "^^"'^ ^°" ^^l'"'" " "ot like tho^bS 
Swi s and Germans, whose heads are only fit for battS 
^^ and who have such large appetites that they thi^HZ 
mg of taking a cannon-ball before breakfast. We HorentL^ 
count some other qualities in a man besides thT^^^'t'^ff 
oaUed bravery, which is to be got by hiring dunderheads at so 

ZhS'^'T •'^"y''"' ""^ •« -"" ford out ttat 
ftey had more brains than oxen, they set the oxen to draw for 

^; ^ ir "" ^^"«"'i"«« found out that we had Io» 
brams than other men, we set them to fight f or u. " 


tnli'^Tl: ?*""' " ' ™'<* '^^ o»t from the innep «»»„ 
tarn; "that is not the doctrine of the State Bw!f 

v^hj^itKi^^n'^^ srA"oi^-fBr 

bsto^ who was offemg him a piece of honeycomb." 

*i.- u "7*5 ^""oesoo," said NeUo. "Florence hw » f«„ 

thicker skulls that may do to bombard Pisa wUh Zrl JZ 

ZiJ^'^r'T'' n^* '"''"« ^ '°^^ Sing rdi' 

8ai7Nru^^T'™'°f"''^°**^*"^'^<'~' a^"". my Piero?" 
said NeUo, determmed to chase down the accuser "vL 
ought to be able to understand whv one ml ;! t\ 7°" 






M J^ll" rS- * f °?"^ ^"8k at Nello'8 defence, and it was 
clear that Piero's dUindination toward Tito wa^not^S 

at tLkZT- /^\P|^°*«'. ^"l" h« tindecipherablel^ 
Si!;.^ f ^'^ *""' ''" '"=^"» "^d stuffed his ears ^in- 
digiiant contempt, while NeUo went on triumphantiy,-! 

No, myPiero, Ican't afford to have my Jeierurfito decried • 

8 light to Paradise, as the Frate has informer ,.■ and^e 
inoomparable Poliziano, not two months since, gone Cwel 

Sii^lge" " '' " ""' '"''' *° ""' •^"'"'* ^'"'"' - S 
"By the way," said Francesco Cei, "have you heard th«t 

of ii^r'ne h« H-^r r *""' ^"^ '"•"'■^ •^'^ - '^« «^e 

lUies ' said t.. ""^ "" November. ' Not at all the time of 

miesof France I meanti and it seems to me they are close 

fulfiUed, I'U declare myself a Piagnone to-morrow." 

You are something too flippant about the Frate. Fran- 
cesco," said Pietro Cennini, the scholarly. " We .^ mZ 
debted to him in these weeks for preaching peacV^ tZ 

ofT™^'^'^/'' ""^"^ "'*''' °* P-^ quarri-.'^herLTl 
of small disoemment who would be glad to see L peopte 
shpping the Frate's leash just now. And if the Ct K 

!^ ^^f-'V^'^'" '"^''* *^« '""'y to-day, and wUl ^^ 
s^ what IS fa>r and honorable to Florence, F« GiroCo U 
the man we must trust in to bring him to reason." 

You speak truth, Messer Pietro," said Nello: "the Frate 
^oneof the firmest naih, Florence has to hang on-aU^t 
aiat 18 the opmion of the most respectable chins I have tte 
honor of shaving. But young MesserKiccoli was sajSg here 
tte other moming-and doubtless Francesco means th^^sH^ 
mZr r- •' "" ^?''^'>^^ a power of strotohing in the 
mM^ing of visions as in Dido's bull's hide. It seems to me a 
dr^ may mean whatever comes after it. As our Franco 
Saochetti says, a woman dreams over-night of a serpent biting 

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her, breaks a drinkiug-oup the next day, and cries out, ' Look 
yon, I thought something would happen— it's plain now what 
the serpent meant.'" 
" But the Frate's risions are not of that sort, " said Cronaca. 
He not only says what wiU happen-that the Church will be 
soourged and renovated, and the heathens converted-he says 
It shall happen quickly. He is no slippery pretender who 

provides loopholes for himself, he is " 

"What is this? what is this? » exclaimed Nello, jumping 
off the board, and putting his head out of the door. "Here 
aie people streaming into the piazza, and shouting. Some- 
Uung must have happened in the Via Larga. Aha I" he 
burst forth with delighted astonishment, stepping out laueh- 
mg and waving his cap. 

AH aie rest of the company hastened to the door. News 
ftom the Via Larra was just what they had been waiting for. 
But If the news had come into the piazza, they were not a 
little surprued at the form of its advent. Carried above the 
shoulders of the people, on a bench apparently snatched up in 
the street, sat Tito Melema, in smUing amusemen*; at the 
compulsion he was under. His cap had slipped off his head, 
and himg by the becchetto which was wound loosely roimd 
his neck; and as he caw the group at Nello's door he lifted up 
his fingers in beckoning recognition. The next minute he had 
leaped from the bench on to a r<art filled with bales, that stood 
m the broad space between the Baptistery and the steps of the 
l^uomo, while the people swarmed round him with the noisy 
eagerness of poultry expecting to be fed. But there wm 
silence when he began to speak in his clear meUow voioe,- 

Citizens of Florence! I have no warrant to tell the news 
except your will But the news is good, and will harm no 

^J^u ^"'- T""*- ^^^ ^°" Christian King is signing a 
treaty that is honorable to Florence. But you owe it to one 
rf your citizens who spoke a word worthy of the ancient 
Komans— you owe it to Piero Capponil " 

Immediately there was a roar of voices. 

"Capponil Capponil What said our Piero?" "Ah I he 
wouldn't stand being sent from Herod to Pilate f " " We knew 
Piero I " '■• Orti, ! TeU us, what did he say ? " 





pi ■! 



J^en the roi„ of ta,iate„„e had subsHed a little, Titobeg« 

wa:obtSi'at^Tl«?.l''T;^J' "**'*' *~ -<*- 

.peakag with the voice of « free city Zd 'Tv™, ^^^^ 
your trulnpe^ we will ring our Si' He LlZJT^^ 

copy of the dishonoriug conditions i^^itheJLdsonS J^" 
re^. tore :t in piece., and turned to iJeT^^l'^^Z 

for'^S*"""'"''"'''"''''""*^'"'^ "^^ -!-««* de-and. 
the Most Christian King hin>self LlrZ from h *^p\ac^t^ 

over every Florentine galley in aim o' Li^f / 
pn^^but above ^Td.ZTm^'ZXTir^:^ 


« man who knew how to perBnade need never be in danger from 
«^y party , he oojUd convince each that he was feiS w?a 

t^o.^"T ^''» ««'*"'«•, "^d faces of we«ver8^d*dy«; 
were certainly amusing when looked at from above in thU wav 
Tito was begmning to get easier in his armor, and at thU 
TnTn v"" ^""**' "T""'''""' "^ '*• H« """"d with one hand 

itl^of l". "T^f '"^ """^ ''*^ *^' o""" »* Ws belt, the 
hghtof acomphwent smile in his long lustrous eyes, m he 
made a parting reverence t» his audience, before springing 
down from the bales-when suddenly his glance met that of f 

w»vr«°H "^ "°* f '^\*^' '^'"^« -"P"" °' tJ"" »S 
weavers, dyer^ and wool-carders. The face of this man was 

clean-shaven his hair close-clipped, and he wore a decent feU 
1, f-^lf kV'"""^ '^""^^ ^'^^y ^""^ '"fficed to assure any 

Itfr^l ^^ V* ^^ T *^" "'*?"• »"* *° Tito it came 
not simply as fte face of the escaped prisoner, but as a face 
with which he had been familiar long years before 

It seemed aU compressed into a second— the sight of Baldas- 
sarre lookmg at him, the sensation shooting through him like 
a fiery arrow, and the act of leaping from the cart. He would 
^ye leaped down in the same instant, whether he had seen 
Ba^dassare or not, for he was in a huriy to be gone to the 
Palazzo Vecohio: this time he had not betrayed himself by 
look or movement, and he said inwardly that he should not te 
taken by surprise again; he should be prepared to see this 
face rise up continually like the intermittent blotch that comes 
in diseased vision. But this reappearance of Baldassarre so 

toad : the Idea of his madness lost its likelihood now he was 
shaven and clad like a decent though poor citizen. Certainly 
there was a great change in his face; but how could it be 

of airj.'u L ^'> n u' T" P''*~*^y ^"'^-^ possession 

of aU his powers and all his learning, why was he lingering in 
ttis way before making known his identity? It must be for 

« .1^-°- , "•* ^" ~^'""* "^ vengeance more complete. 
But he didlinger: that at least gave an opporininity for flight. 

But whil| he, with his back turned on the Piazza del Duomo, 

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had loit the reooUeotaon of the new part he had been playing, 
and was no longer thinking of the many things which aS 
bram and tongue made eaey, but of a few thin^ which 6^1 

W TJt°7 ""!?' l'^ ^'^'"^^ **"" "ntlx^iaem which he 
had fed oontemptuougly was creating a scene in that piazza 
m grand contrast with the inward drama of self-centred fear 
which he had earned away from it. 

The crowd, on Tito's disappearance, had begun to turn 
^eir faces toward the outlet, of the piazza in the dLc?ion^ 
the Via Larga, when the sight of maz^ieri, or maoe-beareiT 
entering from the Via de- Martelli, announced the apS 

1^ZJ^^-J^7 T" ^ """ "^''^"^ °' commissi^ 
charged with the eflecti-ig of the treaty; the treaty must be 
a^ady signed and they had come away from thrroy^^r.^! 
kn^^n f "° Capponi was coming-the brave heart Lt hTd 
known how to speak for Florence. The effect on the crowd 
was remarkable; they parted with softening, dropping vcri^ 
1 tlelS* T^ "U-ce.-and the sUence becLe so'KS 
the tread of the syndics on the broad payement, andthe rustJe 
rf their black silk garments, could be heard, like rainTtie 
night. There were four of them; but it was not the Wo 
W^ doctors of law, Messer Guidantonio Vespu'f aTd itt- 
Mr Domenioo Bonsi, that the crowd waited for; it was n^ 
Pnmcesco Valori, popular as he had become in the^eSayf 
The moment belonged to another man, of firm nre^n™ « 
Uttle inclin.^ to humor the people as to humoTany oZ^'u" 
reaeonable claimante-loving order, like one who by fo"e "f 
fortune had been made a merchant^ and by force of natu^ 
had become a soldier. It was not tiU he was seerat the^ 
toance of tiie piazza that the silence was broken, Ld the^ o^e 
rang through the piazza. ^>»piwiu. 

Hilf!ir''' V ""'°'"'* T" '°"'""^ «•""«» ^^ '^i't grave joy. 
His fellow-citizens gave him a great funeral two years liter 

rt- ■ ^ ^'^ '" ^8^*5 *^«™ "^^ torches ca^e" by aS 
the magistracy, and torches again, and trains of banne™ But 

deW«H^r *'"^* ^^ '"'' ""^ i°y « t^« oration tut S 

itSd"tha"^''r'''^"*""*"''''°^«''^*•-• ^ 
ia nfi glad that hu gut some ihanits and praise while he Uved. 





Jlr^ "" ^''* *' V? ""'* BaldMsarre had been in the Piaz- 
« del Duomo since his escape. He had a strong d^^e to 
hwptheremarkabe monk preach again, but he had Xui^ 
from reappearing m the same spot where he had heT^ 
hatf naked, with neglected hair, with a rope round hlTneck 
m tte same sp,t where he had been called a ^dm^ t^ 

ta«t hehad m the change he had made- in hU appearance Tor 

iTi it wJntl'"'":"^'"""' -«^y,"hadfall»from T to~ 
lips, It was not their baseness and cruelly only that had made 
tteir yiper sting-it was Baldassarre's instLta^eous bTtor 
conscionsness that he might be unable to prove thlT^sfllTe 
Along with the pj^sionate desire for vengeance whTposseted 
hm had arisen the keen sense that his Uer of aSg tte 

sZt.^Lrf""''**'^- "^-""if TUohad beenhJKy 
some diabolical prompter, who had whispered BaldassWs 
oddest secret m the traitor's ear. He wis not mT^]^ 
earned within him that piteous stamp of sanitv the «W „-» 

r^wi;' tr^^-"^*'-' ^eLasSi?:rreer 

MM. With the first movement of vindictive rage awoke a 

-^r like that of an insect whose litUe fragment of earth has 
pven way, and made it pause in a palsy of distrust Hw^ 
ftu distrust this determination to 4ke no stepTLih M 
b^y anythmg concerning himself, that had made sSda. 
sam, reject Piero di Cosimo's friendly advances. 
He had been equally cautious at the hospital, only telline 

S^ hS^e arr*' ^I *^' ^"^'"' °° '"'« W from GenoL 
he w« rf !: r« '^^"'f «=**'»'« i" his speech and manner that 

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tanio to protect him from the cold, a pair of peatant'i ihoee, 
and a few danari, smallest of Florentine coins, to help him on 
his way. He had gone on the road to Arezzo early in the 
morning; but he had pansed at the first little town, and had 
used n couple of his danari to get himself shaved, and to have 
his circle of hair clipped short, in his former fashion. The 
barber there had a little hand-mirror of bright steel : it was a 
long while, it was years, since Baldassarre had looked at him- 
self, and now, as his eyes fell on that hand-mirror, a new 
thought shot through his mind. " Was he so changed that 
Tito really did not know him? " The thought was such a sud- 
den arrest of impetuods currents, that it was a painful shock 
to him ; his hand shook like a leaf, as he put away the bar- 
ber's arm and asked for the mirror. He wished to see himself 
before he was shaved. The barber, noticing his tremulous- 
ness, held the mirror for him. 

No, he was not so changed as that. He himself had known 
the wrinkles as they had been three years ago : they were only 
deeper now : there was the same rough, clumsy skin, making 
little superficial bosses on the brow, like so many cipher-marks ; 
the skin was only yellower, only looked more like a lifeless rind. 
That shaggy white beard — it was no disguise to eyes that had 
looked closely at him for sixteen years — to eyes that ought 
to have searciied for him with ^he expectation of finding him 
changed, as men search for the beloved among the bodies 
cast up by the waters. There was something different in his 
glance, but it was a difference that should only have made the 
recognition of him the more startling; for is not a known 
voice all ' ^e more thrilling when it is heard as a cry? But 
the doubt was folly : he had felt that Tito knew him. He put 
out his hand and pushed the mirror away. The strong cur- 
rents were rushing on again, and the energies of hatred and 
vengeance were active once more. 

He went back on the way toward Florence again, but he did 
not wish to enter the city till dusk; so he turned aside from 
the high-road, and sat down by a little pool shadowed on one 
side by alder-bushes still sprinkled with yellow leaves. It 
was a calm November day, and he no sooner saw the pool than 
he thought its still surface might be a mirror for him. He 



-mted to oontemplato himMlf slowly, »a he l»d not dared to 
. -) in the presenoe of the barber. He lat down on the edge of 
the^l, and bent forward to look eameetly at the image of 

Was there something wandering and imbeoUe in his face- 
something like what he felt in his mind? 

Not now; not when he was examining himself with a look 
of eager inquiry : on the contrary, there was an intense pur- 
pose in his eyes. But at other times? Yes, it must be so: in 
the long hours when he had the vague aching of an unremem- 
bered past within him-when he seemed to sit in dark loneli- 
ness, visited by whispers which died out mockingly as he 
strained his ear after them, and by forms that seemed to ap- 
proach hun and float away as he thrust out his hand to grasp 
them_in those hours, doubtless, there must be continual frus- 
tration and amazement in his glance. And more horrible still 
when the thick cloud parted for a moment, and, as he sprang 
forward with hope, rolled together again, and left him help- 
less as before; doubtless, there was then a blank confusion in 
Jus face, as of a man suddenly smitten with blindness 

Could he prove anything? Could he even begin to aUege 
anything, with the confidence that the links of thought would 
not broik away? Would any beUeve that he had ever had a 
mmd filled with rare knowledge, busy with close thoughts, 
ready with various speech? It had aU slipped away from 
him-that laboriously gathered store. Was it utterly and 
forever gone from him, like the waters from an urn lost in the 

"i^l^^K^^' "^ " **"' "^^^^ Wm, imprisoned by some 
obstruction that might one day break asunder? 

It might be so; he tried to keep his grasp on that hope. 
J'-or, since the day when he had first walked feebly from his 
Much of straw, and had felt a new darkness within him under 
the sunlight, his mind had undergone changes, partly gradual 
and persistent, partly sudden and fleeting. As he had re- 
covered his strength of body, he had recovered his self-com- 
iMud and the energy of his wiU ; he had recovered the memory 
of all that part of his life which was closely inwrought with 
his •motions; and he had felt more and more constantly and 
P»mfuUy the uneasy sense of lost knowledge. But more than 



U»»fc-onee or twice, whan ha had be«i tttongly cxoitad, h* 
Ud Memed momentarily to be in entire poeiaesion of hU put 
self, as old men doze for an instant and get back the con- 
soionsnees of their youth : he seemed again to see Greek pages 
and understand them, again to feel bis mind moving unbe- 
numbed among famUiar ideas. It had been but a flash, and 
the darkness closing in again seemed the more horrible; but 
might not the same thing happen again for longer periods? 
If It would only come and stay long enough for him to achieve 
a revenge— devise an exquisite suffering such as a mere right 
arm could never inflict! 

He raised himsett from his stooping attitude, and folding 
his arms, attempted to concentrate all his mental force on the 
plan he must immediately pursue. He had to wait for knowl- 
edge and opportunity, and while he waited he must have the 
means of living without beggary. What he dreaded of all 
things now was, that any one should think him a fooUsh, 
helpless old man. No one must know that half his memory 
was ^ne: the lost strength might come again; and if it were 
only for a little while, that might be enough. 

He knew how to begin to get the information he wanted 
about Tito. He had repeated the words " Bratti Ferraveochi " 
so constantly after they had been uttered to him, that they 
never slipped from him for long together. A man at Genoi 
on whose finger he had seen Tito's ring, had told him that he 
bought that ring at Florence, of a young Greek, well dressed, 
■"n J'^ a. handsome dark face, in the shop of a rigoMiere 
o^ed Bratti Ferravecchi, in the street also called Ferravecohi. 
This discovery had caused a violent agitation in Baldassarre 
Until then he had clung with all the tenacity of his fervent 
nature to his faith in Tito, and had not for a moment believed 
himself to be wilfully forsaken. At first he had said, "My 
":' °\P*"^°'*"' ^»» never reached him; that is why I am 
stall toilingat Antioch. But he issearching; he knows where 
1 was lost : he wiU trace me out and find me at last." Then 
when he was taken to Corinth, he induced his owners, by the 
assurance that he should be sought out and ransomed, to pro- 
vide securely against the failure of any inquiries that mW 
be made about him at Antioch; and at Corinth be thought 




^y. "Here, .t Uot, he mn.t find m.. H«a he i. ,ure to 
touch whichever w.y he goe.." But befor. another year h^ 

yT^ f' "i°*" ^^ ~""" '""° »»'''''' ^' htd riL with 
body and mmd .o shattered that he wae worse than worthl*. 
to hu owner., except for the sake of the ranwm that did not 
come. Then, s^ he sat helpless in the morning sunliKht he 
b^ to think, "Tito has been d«.wn«i, or ufey have ide 
Amapnsonertoo. I shall see him no more. He'set out af^r 
™1^" ""fortune overtook him. I shall see his face no 
T^: A !L?°' "'.'"• "'" f^W^'M and despair, supporting 

cT^H '""^1°^.^'' ^^"""^ •" ■""'"' '"«' "^ hopelessly imbe- 
»nH !n """J' *« * '"• "'""'" '"" <^°*«'"«^ t° bo rid of him, 
and al owed a Genoe«, merchant, who had compassion on hii^ 
as an Italian, to take him on board his galley. In a voyaw 
of ""any months in the Archipelago and along the sealiJd 
of Asia Mmor, Baldassarre had recovered his lidily strength, 

r^r ?>, tI ' '^°'°"* ""'"^ •"* ''»<> '^'•"1 °f «"" illness at 
Corinth. There was just one possibility that hindered the 
wish from being decided: it was that Tito might not be dead, 
but living m a state of imprisonment or destitution; and if ho 
1''^',. ^".T,'*'" * ^°^ for Baldassarre-faini, perhaps, 

Za V in 't'""? ^"^""^ ''"' """ » J^OP*. tl'at he might 
find his child, his cherished son again; might yet again clLp 
hanii and meet face to face with the one being who emem- 
bered him as he had been before his mind was broken 

In this State of feeling he had chanced to meet the stranger 
ril.w' k\°T ™«' '^^ '^°"8h Baldassarre wo-Tld 
^J«J^°.r*> • *° ^T'^ '•"* '^« beforehand, the sight of 
It starred the dormant fibres, and he recognized it. That Tito 

Z-^kL^T "^^^-^^ *"*'''" ^''^ been parted from him should 
thJ«^°v r,!'*"'vPP"*'" prosperity at Florence, selling 
^L'^^ Aw r,"?^' °°' *° '"'™ ""^^ "11 *!"« l«t extremity, 
r« , ?1 ^^"^^'^ "h^nk from trying to account for: 
he was glad to be stunned and bewildered by it, rather than 
to have M.y dishnct thought; he tried to feel nothing but joy 

tw V '* !S^ ^^°^^ '^'^ ''«'^"- ^"1"'P« T>to had though 
that his father was dead; somehow the mystery would be ex- 



"~ ROMOU.. 

^ln,d. " But .t lM.t I .hall „.,» ,j„ th.t will „»«„b« 
m«. 1 am not tlooe In tba world. » -""ow 

^tin"* i°Z T"" ^'''•"*^ •^'J. "I am not alone in th« 
worldi I shall never be alone, for my revenge it with me " 

It WM M the instrument of that revenge, aa lomethinff 
merely eatemal and .ub.ervl.nt to hi. true life, that hrS^t 
^ZTZJ^ "«ni«ehlm«lf with hard ouri,;.ity_no(, he 
though^ beoau.. he had any care for a withers!, for«Uten old 
nun, whom nobody loved, whoM «,„1 wa. like a deaertod 
home, where the Mhe. were cold upon the hearth, and the 

higheat, that there i. a point where it oeaae. to be preneriv 
^Uc and U like a fire kindled within our beinrrwwS 
everything elM in u. i. mere fuel. 

He look^ at the pale blaok-browed image in the water till 
he^entified .t with that .elf from whiorT. revengle^meS 
to be a thmg apart; and he felt a. if the image too h«irdlS 
Mlent language of his thought 

li«vLT * 'Ti°* ^°°^~^ worshipped a woman once, and be- 
lieved .he «,uld oare for me; and then 1 took a helple„ ohUd 
•nd fostered him, and I watched him as he grew, to see if he 

♦T i^ *"' r ""'^ • «'"•-<*«' for ^ov;r anTaC^ 
the good he got from me. I would have torn open my b^J 
towarm hm. with my life-blood if I could only have sLn^ 
oare a little for the pain of my wound. I have labored. I 
have strained to orm,h out of this hard life one drop of^lf! 
Mh love. Fooll men love their own delights; Lre i. no 
delight to be had in me. And yet 1 watch.^ tiU I 4heted ? 
saw what I watched for. When he was a child he wKfl 
eye. toward me, and hcM my hand willingly. I thought, this 
boy will surely love me u little : becau.e 1 irive mv life to hTm 
and swve that he .hall know no sorrow, hS ^i^cl^: .*°,S 
when I am th.rsty-the drop he lays on my parched hps wu! 

he with those red lips white and dry as ashes, and when he 
looks forp ty I wish he may «e my fwe rejoicing in hTs pait 
Ste J^^r;*^" "^''' is a lie-there is L go^ness but ^ 
hate. Fool! notone drop of lovecame with all your stiivlug: 

ii:^z rv! 


in undvinB hate mill ,\ '' " ' "^= ""^ "J"™ •>•. 

olid If h^ W f/^!?**' """" ^ """Wished and decently 

.tnpped of aU else that men would give coin for ^ 

tat a^v il^n ' °°'u '^'"'"°8 *^»' ** contained anything 
out a tiny goroll of parohment rolled no hard H« ™i„h*T, 

•-d k»pt It It waa part of the piety ««ooUted with w^ 

'.<J j( 


f ■J'ift, : 




breui, that they should never be opened, and at any previous 
moment in his life Baldassarre would have said that no sort 
of thirst would prevail upon him to open this little bag for the 
chance of finding that it contained, not parchment, but an 
engraved amulet which would be worth money. But now a 
thirst had come like that which makes men open their own 
veins to satisfy it, and the thought of the possible amulet no 
sooner crossed Baldassarre's mind than with nervous fingers 
he snatched the breve from his neck. It all rushed through 
his mind — the long years he had worn it, the far-off sunny 
balcony at Naples looking toward the blue waters, where he 
had leaned against his' mother's knee; but it made no moment 
of hesitation : all piety now was transmuted into a just re- 
venge. He bit and tore till the doubles of parchment were 
laid open, and then — it was a sight that made him pant — there 
was an amulet. It was very small, but it was as blue as those 
far-off waters; it was an engraved sapphire, which must be 
worth some gold ducats. Baldassarre no sooner saw those 
possible ducats than he saw some of them exchanged for a 
poniard. He did not want to use the poniard yet, but he 
longed to possujs it. If he could grasp its handle and try its 
edge, that blank in his mind — that past which fell away 
continually — would not make him feel so cruelly helpless: the 
sharp steel that despised talents and eluded strength would 
be at his side, as the unfailing friend of feeble justice. There 
was a sparkling triumph under Baldassarre's black eyebrows 
as he replaced the little sapphire inside the bits of parchment 
and wound the string tightly round them. 

It was nearly dusk now, and he rose to walk back toward 
Florence. With his danari to buy him some bread, he felt 
rich : he could lie out in the open air, as he found plenty more 
doing in all corners of Florence. And in the next few days 
he had sold his sapphire, had added to his clothing, had bought 
a bright dagger, and had still a pair of gold florins left. But 
he meant to hoard that treasure carefully : his lodging was an 
outhouse with a heap of straw in it, in a thinly inhabited part 
of Oltramo, and he thought of looking about for work as a 
He had bought his dagger at Bratti's. Paying his meditated 

•»%. m:M^ 



rUit there one evening at dusk, he had fotmd that singular 
rag-merchant just returned from one of hig rounds, emptying 
out his basketful of broken glass and old iron amongst his 
handsome show of misoellaneous second-hand goods. As Bal- 
dassarre entered the shop, and looked toward the smart pieces 
of apparel, the musical instruments, and weapons, which were 
displayed in the broadest light of the window, his eye at once 
singled out a dagger hanging up high against a red scarf. By 
buying the dagger he could not only satisfy a strong desire, 
he could open his original errand in a more mdirect manner 
than by speaking of the onyx ring. In the course of bargain- 
ing for the weapon, he let drop, with cautious carelessness, 
that he came from Genoa, and had been directed to Bratti's 
shop by an acquaintance in that city who had bought a very 
valuable ring here. Had the respectable trader any more such 

Whereupon Bratti had much to say as to the unlikelihood 
of such rings being within reach of many people, with much 
vaunting of his own rare connections, due to his known wisdom 
and honesty. It might betrue that he was a pedler— be chose 
to be a pedler i though he was rich enough to kick his heels 
ia his shop all day. But those who thought they had said 
all there was to be said about Bratti when they had called 
him a pedler, were a good deal further oft the truth than the 
other side of Hsa. How was it that he could put that ring in 
a stranger's way? It was, because he had a very particular 
knowledge of a handsome young signer, who did not look 
quite so fine a feathered bird when Bratti first set eyes on him 
as he did at the present time. And by a question or two 
Baldassarre extracted, without any trouble, such a rough and 
rambling account of Tito's life as the pedler could give, since 
the time when he had found him sleeping under the Loggia 
de' Cerchi. It never occurred to Bratti that the decent man 
(who was rather deaf, apparently, asking him to say many 
things twice over) had any curiosity about Tito; the curiosity 
was doubtless about himself, as a truly remarkable pedler 

And Baldassarre left Bratti's shop, not only with the dagger 
at his side, but also with a general knowledge of Tito's con- 
duct and position — of his early sals of the jewels, his imme- 





diate quiet settlement of himself at Morenoe, his marriage 
and his great prosperity. ' 

"What story had he told about his previous life— about 
his father?" 

It would be difficult for Baldassarre to discover the answer 
to that question. MeanwhUe, he wanted to learn all he could 
about Florence. But he found, to his acute distress, that of 
the new details he learned he could only retain a few, and 
those only by continual repetition; and he began to be afraid 
of listening to any new discourse, lest it should obliterate what 
he was already striving to remember. 

The day he was discerned by Tito in the Piazza del Duomo, 
he had the fresh anguish of this consciousness iu his mind, 
and Tito's ready speech fell upon him like the mockery of a 
glib, defying demon. 

As he went home to his heap of straw, and passed by the 
booksellers' shops in the Via del Garbo, he paused to look at 
the volumes spread open. Could he by long gazing at one of 
those books lay hold of the slippery threads of memory ? Could 
he, by striving, get a firm grasp somewhere, and lift himself 
above these waters that flowed over him? 

He was tempted, and bought the cheapest Greek book he 
could see. He carried it home and sat on his heap of straw 
lookmg at the characters by the light of the smaU window; 
but no inward light arose on them. Soon the evening dark- 
ness came; bpt it made Uttle difference to Baldassarre. His 
strained eyes seemed still to see the white pages with the un- 
intelligible black marks upon them. 




"Mt Eomola," said Tito, the second morning after he had 
made his speech in the Piazza del Duomo, "I am to receive 
grand visitors to-day; the MUanese Count is coming again, 
and the Seneschal de Beaucaire, the great favorite of th= 




Cmtuuiusimo I know you don't care to go through smiling 
oeremonies with these rustling magnates, whom we are not 
litely to see agam; and as they will want to look at the an- 
tiquities and the library, perhaps you had bettor give up your 
work to-day, and go to see your cousin Brigida " 

Komoladiscernedawish in this intimation, and immediately 
.T o^f ■ « ni^ P™**"' y. "Oinii'g back in her hood and mantle, 
she said, "Oh, what a long breath Florence wUl take when th^ 
gatM are flung open, and the last Frenchman is walking out 
of them f Even you are getting tired, with all your patience, 
myTito; oonf',sit. Ah, your head is hot " 

}„^A "VT'^F "''" ^'' ^^^^' ""'^8. and she had laid her 
«r . I ^^^^^^' '"«a°i'»g to give a parting caress. The at- 

wt >.^u r u ^^"""^ °"*' "^^ T'to "« accustomed, 
when he felt her there, to raise his head, throw himself 
a htle backward, and look up at her. But he felt now as 
unable to raise his head as if her hand had been a leaden 
COWL He spoke wstead, in a light tone, as his pen still ran 

" The French are as ready to go from Florence as the wasps 
to leave a ripe pear when they have just fastened on it." 

Bomola, keenly sensitive to the absence of the usual re- 
sponse, took away her hand and said, " I am going, Tito" 
Maso wtrj; J '""* °°" I must wait at home. Take 

Still Tito did not look up, and Bomola went out without 
»ying any mor«. Very slight things make epochs in married 
Me, and this morning for the first time she admitted to her- 
seU not only that Tito had changed, but that he had changed 

^.1 V ;. °"u *' ""^^ "« '" ''•'"««? She might p^ 
haps have tibought so. if there had not been the facts of the 
armor and the picture to suggest some external event which 
was an entire mystery to her. 

l,«!l"'i''°r,'Tf' ^"'"^'^ *''*' K""""!* ^^^ out of the 

sturitv r ^°'"' ^" P"° "^^ I'^'^^'i "P' ^ 'J'lightfnl 

security from seemg anything else than parchment and broken 

r /kZ 5* "^ "'*'**' disgusted with himself that he had 
not been able to look up at Eomola and behave to her i„«t as 
usual. He would have chosen, if he could, to be even more 






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than usually kind ; but he could not, on a sudden, master an 
involuntary shrinking from her, which, by a subtle relation, 
depended on those very characteristics in him that made him 
desire not to fail in his marks of affection. He was about to 
take a step which he knew would arouse her deep indignation ; 
he would have to encounter much that was unpleasant before 
he could win her forgiveness. And Tito could never find it 
easy to face displeasure and anger; his nature was one of 
those most remote from defiance or impudence, and all his 
inclinations leaned toward preserving Bomola's tenderness. 
He was not tormented by sentimental scruples which, as he 
had demonstrated! to himself by a very rapid course of argu- 
ment, had no relation to solid utility ; but his freedom from 
scruples did not release him from the dread of what was 
disagreeable. Unacrupulousness gets rid of much, but not 
of toothache, or wounded vanity, or the sense of loneliness, 
against which, as the world at present stands, there is no 
security but a thoroughy healthy jaw, and a just, loving soul. 
And Tito was feeling intensely at this moment that no devices 
could save him from pain in the impending collision with 
Bomola; no persuasive blandness could cushion him against 
the shook toward which he was being driven like a timid 
animal urged to a desperate leap by the terror of the tooth and 
the claw that are dose behind it. 

The secret feeling he had previously had that the tenacious 
adherence to Bardo's wishes about the library had become 
under existing difficulties a piece of sentimental folly, which 
deprived himself and Bomola of substantial advantages, might 
pehaps never have wrought itself into action but for the avents 
of the past week, which had brought at once the pressure of 
a new motive and the outlet of a rare opportunity. Nay, it 
was not till his dread had been aggravated by tiie sight of 
Baldassarre looking more like his sane self, not until he had 
begun to feel that he might to compelled to flee from Florence, 
that be bad brought himself t<j resoWe on using his legal right 
to sell the library before the great opportunity offered by 
French and Milanese bidders slipped through his fingers. For 
if he h^d to leave Florence he did not want to leave it as a 
iisotitute 'WAnaaivi, Ho uad iivtau used Uj tui agreeable exist- 



enoe. and he wished to carry with him all the means at hand 
fot retaining the same agreeable conditions. He wished 
among other things to carry Komola with him, and not, if 
possible, to carry any infamy. Success had given him a 
growing appetite for all the pleasures that depend on an ad- 
vantageous social position, and at no moment could it look like 
a temptation to him, but only like a hideous alternative, to 
decamp under dishonor, even with a bag of diamonds, and in- 
cur the life of an adventurer. It was not possible for him to 
make himself independent even of those Florentines who only 
greeted him with regard; still less was it possible for him to 
make himself independent of Romola. She was the wife of 
his first love— he loved her still ; she belonged to that furniture 
of life which he shrank from parting with. He winced under 
her judgment, he felt uncertain how far the revulsion of her 
feeling toward him might go; and all that sense of power 
over a wife which makes a husband risk betrayals that a lover 
never ventures on, would not suffice to counteract Tito's un- 
easiness. This was the leaden weight which had been too 
strong for his will, and kept him from raising his head to meet 
her eyes. Their pure light brought too near him the prospect 
of a coming struggle. But it was not to be helped; if they 
had to leave Florence, they must have money ; indeed, Tito 
could not arrange life at all to his mind without a considerable 
sum of money. And that problem of arranging life to his 
mind had been the source of all his misdoing. He would have 
been equal to any sacrifice that was not unpleasant. 

The rustling magnates came and went, the bargains had 
been concluded, and Bomola returned home ; but nothing grave 
was said that night. Tito was only gay and chatty, pouring 
forth to her, as he had not done before, stories and descrip- 
tions of what he had witnessed during the French visit. 
Eomola thought she discerned an effort in his liveliness, and 
attributing it to the consciousness in him that she had been 
wounded in the morning, accepted the effort as an act of 
penitence, inwardly aching a little at that sign of growing dis- 
tance between them— that there was an offence about which 
neither of them dared to speak. 
The next day Tito remained away from liome until late at 




night. It was a marked day to Eomola, for Piero di Cogimo, 
stimulated to greater industry on bcr behalf by the fear that 
he might have been the cause of pain to her in the past week, 
had sent home her father's portrait She had propped it 
against the back of his old chair, and had been lotting at it 
for some time, when the door opened behind her, and Beioardo 
del Kero came in. 

"It is you, godfather 1 How I wish you had come sooner! 
it is getting a little dusk," said Eomola, going toward him. 

" I have just looked in to tell you the good news, for I know 
Tito has not come yet," said Bernardo. "The French king 
moves oft to-mo*row : not before it is high time. There has 
been another tussle between our people and his soldiers this 
morning. But there's a chance now of the city getting into 
order once more and trade going on. " 

"That is joyful," said Bomola. "But it is sudden, U it 
not? Tito seemed to think yesterday that there was little 
prospect of the king' s going soon. " 

"He has been well barked at, that's the reason," said Ber- 
nardo, smiling. "His own generals opened their throats 
pretty well, and at last our Signoria sent the mastiff of the 
city, Fra Girolamo. The Cristianissimo was frightened at 
that thunder, and has given the order to move. I'm afraid 
there'll be small agreement among us when he's gone, but, at 
any rate, all parties are agreed in being glad not to have Flor- 
ence stifled with soldiery any knger, and the Fratehaa harked 
this time to some purpose. Ah, what is this? " he added, as 
Eomola, elaaping him by the arm, led him in front of the 
picture. "Let us sea." 

He began to unwind his long scarf while ahe placed a aeat 
for him. 

" Don't you want your spectacles, godfather? " said Eomola, 
in anxiety that he should see just what she saw. 

"No, child, no," said Bernardo, uncovering his gray head, 
as he seated himself with firm ereotuess. " For seeing at this 
distance, my old eyes are perhaps better than your young 
ones. Old men's eyes are like old men's memories; they are 
strongest for things a long way off." 
" It u 'oetter than having uo portraitj" said Eomola, apoio- 



getioaUy, aftw Bwnerdo had been silent a Uttle while "It 
11 .w* ^"^ °°' *"' *•" ™*8e I have in my mind, but 
th«, that might fade with the years." She rested her arm 
oa the old man's ehouldw as she spoke, drawn toward him 
strongly by their oommon interest in the dead. 

"I don't know," said B«»nardo. "I almost think I see 
Bardo as he was when he was young, better than this picture 
shows him to me as he was when he was old. Your father 
had a great deal of tire in his eyes when he was young. It 
was what I could never understand, that he, with his fiery 
spirit, which seemed much more impatient than mine, could 
hang over the books and live with shadows aU his life How- 
ever, he had put his heart into that." 

Bernardo gave a slight shrug as he spoke the last words, 
but Romola discerned in his voice a feeling that accorded with 
ner own. 

fJlt°'^B\''" "^P?'°*«d to the last," she said, involon- 
tanly. But immediately fearing lest her words should be 
taken to imply an accusation against Tito, she went on almost 
hum«Uy, If w, could only see his longest, dearest wish ful- 
mled: gust to his mindl " 

"Well, so we «.ay," said Bernardo, kindly, rising and put- 
ting on his cap. "The times are cloudy now, but fish are 
caoght ^ waiting. Who knows? When the wheel has 
turned often enough, I may be Gonfalouiere yet before I die- 
and no creditor can touch these things. " He looked round a^ 
he spoke. Then, turning to her, and patting her cheeks, said, 
And you need not be afraid of my dying; my ghost will 
claim nothmg. I've taken care of that in my wUl " 

Eomola seized the hand that was against her cheek, and 
put It to her lips in silence. 

"Haven't you been scolding your husband for keeping away 
from home so much lately? I see him everywhere but here," 
said Bernardo, wUling to change the subject. 
__ She felt the flush spread over her neck and face as she said. 
He has been very much wanted; you know he speaks so 
well I am glad to know that his value is understood." 

You are contented then, Madonna Orgogliosa? " said Ber- 
"aruo, smiiiiig, as be moved to the door. 







Poor Bomola I There wm one thing that would have made 
the pang of disappointment in her husband harder to bear; it 
was, that any one should know he gave her oause for disap- 
pointment. This might be a woman's weakness, but It is 
oloeely allied to a woman's nobleness. She who wUlingly 
lifts up the veil of her married life has profaned it from a 
sanctuary into a vulgar place. 



Thb next day Eomola, Uke every other Florentine, was ex- 
cited about the departure of the French. Besides her other 
reasons for gladness, she had a dim hope, which she was con- 
scious wa« half superstitious, that those new anxieties about 
Tito, having come with the burdensome guests, might perhaps 
vanUh with them. The French had been in Florence hardly 
eleven days, but in that space she had felt more acute nnhap- 
piness than she had known in her life before. Tito had 
adopted the hateful armor on the day of their arrival, and 
though she could frame no distinct notion why their departure 
should remove the cause of his fear— though, when she thought 
of that cause, the image of the prisoner grasping him, as shi- 
had seen it in Piero's sketch, urged itself before her and ex- 
cluded every other-still, when the French were gone, she 
would be rid of something that was strongly associated with 
her pain. 

Wrapped in her mantle she waited under the loggia at the 
top of the house, and watched for the glimpses of the troops 
and the royal retinue passing the bridges on their way to the 
Porta San Piero, that looks toward Siena and Borne. She 
even returned to her station when tie gates had been closed, 
that she might feel herself vibrating with the great peal of the 
bells. It »as dusk then, and when at last she descended 
- '■ ^"'- --'- "*- iSiiip with %hQ resoluuoo caat tnns 



wmild OTeroome the .gitatioii which had made her idle all day 
jjnd art down to work at her oopying of the catalogue. Ti£ 

^ I •■ .u '"" '"' '"^' ••'• '°**«"l«d to leaye the libri^ 

fTrtl vw uT •".""y ''""^K since he had objected 

to the library aa chill and gloomy. 

ri?n^V !r* S^^'i""' •?" '""^ "°* '^■^ ** '«>^k lo-K before 
f«l ,nf>, . r 1"* ""'"«'"* "■"' '><"' '">«"1«'«' he would 
In 1«™ A '^'^™'. °* *■•'' f™"' '«"»' ''"> »■>« little 

8h«r^ ."""".* ** the farther end, and the fire nearly out. 
She almost ran toward him. 

"Tito, deareat, I did not know you would come so soon," 
to^rji"'^ putting up her white arms to unwind hU 

" I am not welcome then? » he «iid, with one of his bright- 
est^mdes, clasping her, but playfully holding his head Lk 

" Titol " She uttered the word in a tone of pretty, lovina 
wproach, and then he kissed her fondly, stroked her hair^J 
his manner was, and seemed not to mind about taking off his 

Tf?.,// V 1^°'" '^""''"^ "'* '^''"Kh*- AH the emotions 
th„ ~f.^ had been preparing in her a keener sensitiveness to 
the return of this habitual manner. •' It will come back " she 
was saymg to herself, "the old happiness will perhaps come 
back. He IS hko himself again." i" wmo 

Tito was taking great pains to be like himself; his heart 
was palpitating with anxiety. 

1. ?if / ^/t *'P~**;? y" »o 8«>n." said Eomola, as she at 
last helped him to take off his wrappings, "1 would have had 
a httle festival prepared to this joyful ringing of the bell.. 

home ■'" ""^ *° ^"^ '" *'"' "^™^ ''^'"' y" =«»»'» 

.kT w?"" ."'""J' ^'^eet, " he said, carelessly. « Do not think 
about the are. Come— come and sit down " 

Wo!!!^^ TlL^r '"°°[ "S"""* Tito's chair, and that was 
Eomola s habitual seat when they were talking together. She 

rested iier anu on his knfl«. a^ ah<> nat^S to A'- -— >-,.#•' • 
_ J , , , . - -T == -* — -i.--t. i~j a.„. .„.ji lief jjj^_Q_j,._ 

and looked up at him while he spoke. He had never yet 



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Botioti the praMnoe of the portrait, and Om had not mtn- 
tioned it —thinking of it all the more. 

"I haTe been enjoying the olang of the belli for the first 
tune, Tito," ihe began. " 1 liked being shaken aud deafened 
by them : I fancied I woa gomethiug like a Bacchante possessed 
by a diTine rage. Are not the people lookiug very joyful to- 
night?" ' ' 

"Joyful after a sour and pious fashion," said Tito, with a 
shrug. " But, in truth, those who are left behind in Florence 
have litUe cause to be joyful : it seems to me, the most reason- 
able ground of gladness would be to have got out of Florence. " 
Tito had sounded the desired keynote without any trouble, 
or appearance of premediution. He spoke with no emphasis, 
but he looked grave enough to make Bomola ask rather anx- 
" Why, Tito? Are there fresh troubles? " 
"No need of fresh ones, my Bomola. There are three 
strong parties in the city, all ready to fly at each other's 
throats. And if the Frate's party is strong enough to frighten 
the other two into silence, as seems most likely, life will be 
as pleasant and amusing as a funeral. They have the plan of 
a Great Council simmering already; and if they get it^ the 
man who sings sacred Lands the loudest will be the most 
eligible for office. And besides that, the city will be so 
drained by the payment of this great subsidy to the French 
king, and by the war to get back Pisa, that the prospect 
wcu'i be dismal enough without the rule of fanatics. On 
the whole, Florence wiU be a delightful place for those 
TrorWiies who entertain themselves in the evening by going 
into crypts and lashing themselves; but for everything else, 
the exiles have the best of it. For my own part, I have been 
thinking seriously that we should be wise to quit Florence, 
my Bomola." 

She started. " Tito, how could we leave Florence? Surely 
you do not think I could leave it— at least, not yet— not for a 
long whUe. " She had turned cold and trembling, and did not 
find it quite easy to speak. Tito muot know the reasons she 
had in her mind. 

" That is all a fabric of your own imagination, my swest 

# .M- 


""""•d, that I wi.J,«i ^, !1, "!~ *" J^' y°". '«fore w. wer. 

■7"" know what I n>e.„ wTen ft^ ^t ^"".P^P^*- ^o" 
in the Florentines that remiml. » ^ , A*'" ^' •"'"•thing 

^■^ / '^•P~P'» -ho SeTejll*^; ""'*!f? -P-f 
!>• good for my Bomola. toTt^ .l! ^''^ ' "'• i' »ould 
to dip her . liitle ZT^ ,^ ^JT * "^ '"'• ^ •'"'"•'1 lik- 

He leaned forw^d ,^^£1^ k'/ V™"*'*'^^- " 

on her &i, hair .gain: but .hTw^K™''' ""* '"<» ^ h«,d 

h. had ki«ed a^i^. Sh. J^','^ '»^« "» "ore than if 

»«>•• of the diatanoe between Z^ ^ ^'"''' ^taUA by the 

W. Up. touoh«i^J """' '"""*■ '^ »» oonwio Jtha? 

pi^Ke wrd'rr^Srrr"- '• "-P'e-nte.t 
I-beoau«e we have to see t??.! '".'''"*"• " ■" ^ocuse 
^^^ i.oM, he uZnT^^r:^ -;„':|^i^^ % 

««>n why I oouldlish we werf ^o ^ *^' f^" <»'«' »^' 
l^renoe. I am obliged totile o^ J""*^ '""«"'"" f""* 
your own will: if th^ose ^^IT^J?""^ "PP""""" to 
f»l«ely, Imust see for them »nT' '""'^ * '•nder, see 

h« life in di«.ppoin^„ h««U L"'" '°^.'"« ^"^ -«ting 
Bomola sat sU^t ^d tl- ,^ "npraotioable dreams." 

«>lf tothedirecSiTwhrhSr "^^ ""'^•^ "o* "ind her- 
to persuade her that they mightl ?^^^'?^'"**'^ ^ ^^''^^ 
tome monastery, or take Lme oth« J ^'"^ ''*'P«'''«i « 
aelve. of a task andof a tfe to Fl ^^ """"' '» "<J *hem- 
mined never to submit her mind to hit""'j ""^ '"'« '""" <^'"- 
tion of duty to her father Te »« ^ ff""* °° ""^ "l""" 
"xwntor any «,rtof nak il'r^f .! """"""y V^V^ to en- 
w«kept latent ta?he^e&st '^"''\ But the determination 
3«nse that now at last re 2^™ .' ^ '^' heart-crushing 
i- their wishes. HeTa! ri^ of h ,'*''°°'*""'""y "'^ided 
had feared the str«nl of her f- ''"''°'"" '°'' '»"'='' "' he 
"-. Shut up in thetrrowtesfZ^LTg:: Kt^^ 

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olerei, unimpassioned men, not to oTerestimate the peTsuaaire- 
ness of his own arguments. His conduct did not look ugly to 
himself, and his imagination did not sufSce to show him ex- 
actly how it would look to Bomola. He went on in the same 
gentle, remonstrating tone. 

"You know, dearest — your own clear judgment always 
showed you — that the notion of isolating a collection of books 
and antiquities, and attaching a single name to them forever, 
was one that had no valid, substantial good for its object : and 
yet more, one that was liable to be defeated in a thousand 
ways. See what has become of the Medici collections! And, 
for my part, I consider it even blameworthy to entertain those 
petty views of appropriation : why should any one be reason- 
ably glad that Florence should possess the benefits of learned 
research and taste more than any other city? I understand 
your feeling about the wishes of the dead; but wisdom puts 
a limit to these sentiments, else lives might be continually 
wasted in that sort of futile devotion — like praising deaf gods 
forever. You gave your life to your father while he lived; 
why should you demand more of yourself 7 " 

" Because it was a trust, " said Bomola, in a low but distinct 
voice. " He trusted me, he trusted you, Tito. I did not ex- 
pect you to feel anything else about it — to feel as I do — but I 
did expect yon to feel that." 

" Yes, dearest, of course I should feel it on a point where 
your father's real welfare or happiness was concerned; but 
there is no question of that now. If we believed in purgatory, 
I should be as anxious as you to have masses said; and if I 
believed it could now pain your father to see his library pre- 
served and used in a rather different way from what he had 
set his mind on, I should share the strictness of your views. 
But a little philosophy should teach us to rid ourselves of those 
air-woven fetters that mortals hang round themselves, spend- 
ing their lives in misery under the mere imagination of weight. 
Your mind, which seizes ideas so readily, my Bomola, is able 
to discriminate between substantial good and these brain- 
wrought fantasies. Ask yourself, dearest, what possible good 
can these books and antiquities do, stowed together under 
your father's name m Florence, more than they would do if 


them one means of Sin. t^^ *''** ^"^ '"'^ *<> valu^ 
of Italian citiea is ve^Svln^'^.r^*''''^ This riv^ 
st^tinople was the gTJ^Kho '^'"'v "^^^ ^°» "^ <^ 

Bomola was still torTfh. '^^ '''°^« civilized world." 
of the new reirTittSS^t '^'"'^ P— 
sistance to find any strong v^nt a/, w ^""'""^ ^°' ^«' "■ 
her ears there was a riaim, n! . . *^** ^"«°' talk fell on 
-ade her more oonsciZ „VhSL?^ '"' "''''='' -" 
We for the Tito she had married and tr''^* ^°"«' ^^' 
ture, possessed with the enS of ,t,""'"^ *"• ^er na- 
fromthis hopelessly shallow «aLl'*'t°l*'°°"°"' '^^^ 
propriate the widest sympIthir^H T j I""*™^*^ toaP" 
nearest. She stai spokXe ^ne wh ""^ °° P"^" ^°' the 
showing all she felt. She hadon^v H ""^ ™'*™'"«"* f«»" 
hw knee, and sat with her Ws 1 Tu''"*^ ^«' "^^ f™m 
motionless as locked wate„ "^"^^ ^^°"> »"«'> cold and 

"You talk of substantial Rood. Tito I * .. 
love, and sweet grateful m!l • A™ faithfulness, and 

ttat we should k!So^\^Z"oy "^' '' '* "° «^d 
»^use they believL our W'Trt."? ''^'"' """"^ blSd 
ajust life should be jusVh^rreAo .^^"-8°°<^ that 
should harden our hearts St all .>. ' " '* »°°<1 *hat we 
those who have depended on ^y "itt^ ""^^ ^^ hopes of 
men who have such souls? -r^f lu^f ^°°^ "^ b«long to 
^soft couches forSe,,! ^5 itl"'^' r '''^^' -^ 
ba^ selves as their best companfC" '^'^ '^'' '^'^ «»«« 

mr-^^ ---- °"Kir:d"h?irs: 
-i'^rof ?ur^.5; tvri: '-r J ''"«- - *o be 

Ita^ian cities and the whole civil; T '',°,' *''""'''"8 »* other 
my father, and of my love and i T^i~^ ^» "''"king of 
oiaims on us. I wouH gTve ' ^1'°' ^^' '"''' °* l>is f"st 

leave F,o„nce,-whatelLdid'i7ef^r^w:' ''t'~' ''°"W 

But I will not give up that Lty^^V'" "l"" ""^ y°"? 

/■ vvnat have I to do with 






your arguments 7 It was a yeaming of hit heart, and there- 
fore it is a yearning of mine." 

Her voice, from having been tremulous, had become fuU and 
firm. She felt that she had been urged on to say all that it 
was needful for her to say. She thought, poor thing, there 
was nothing harder to come than this struggle against Tito's 
suggestions as against the meaner part of herself. 

He had begun to see clearly that he could not persuade her 
into assent: he must take another couise, and show her that 
the time for resistance was past. That, at least, would put 
an end to further struggle; and if the disclosure were not 
made by himself to-night, to-morrow it must be made in an- 
other way. This necessity nerved his courage; and his ex- 
perience of her affeotionateness and unexpected submissiveness, 
ever since their martiage until now, encouraged him to hope 
that, at last, she would accommodate herself to what had been 
his will. 

" I am sorry to hear you speak in that spirit of blind per- 
sistence, my Romola," he said, quietly, "because it obliges 
me to give you pain. But I partly foresaw your opposition, 
and as a prompt decision was necessary, I avoided that ob- 
stacle, and decided without consulting you. The very care of 
a husband for his wife's interest compels him to that separate 
action sometimes — even when he has such a wife as you, my 
Bomola. " 

She turned her eyes on him in breathless inquiry. 

"I mean," he said, answering her look, "that I have 
arranged for the transfer, both of the books and of the antiq- 
uities, where they will find the highest use and value. The 
books have been bought for the Duke of Milan, the marbles 
and bronzes and the rest are going to France : and both will 
be protected by the stability of a great Power, instead of re- 
maining in a city which is exposed to ruin." 

Before he had finished speaking, Bomola had started from 
her seat, and stood up looking down at him, with tightened 
hands falling before her, and, for the first time in her life, 
with a flash of fierceness in her scorn and anger. 

" You have told them? " she asked, as if she distrusted her 

A REVEL4TT0N. j^^ 

"You are a U„,cher!n77j;,^l'"^''^^ ^i^- 

dominance that wa/latentl hit , T ""•"'" "^««^« P™" 
7* angxy, he only feH LTt the Itr.'*'""- «"' '" -■" 
pleasant, and that when ml^olT ""^ eminently on- 
be glad to keep away from CI/'" 1' '^ «°d i« ^ouW 
was .absolutely neces^^lj"^"'* ?/ " '"l" ''''"«• But it 
Passiveness. ^ "' '''*' «be s'.ould be reduced to 

the'Se:: n^j.TXi^Ai.^r'r '" '^"^ '-^-^ ^ 

of a grim old Bomr NotXTL ^"'""^ '""^*' «>« b«»t 
heart palpitated with a m»al dread . T".^^ '^y ^iB 
amor could be found. H^had iZL^T' '^'"^ "° "bain- 
Bcorn but he had been owLed ^if V 'u^''*''" '^'^''^^ 

Mm'-rhStEi^rdir t-rh- "^ - ^-'^ 

eyes were flashing, and her Ih^/^ "* *"* scarsella. Her 

by impetuous forf^ St wLtJto ^p ouT "^ " •" "^'^^^ 
the crushing pain of Ai..T ■. ^ °"* "" ««"e deed All 

badmadetfernglt'StrclS '" '"^''-''' ^^^^ 
before, was annihilated iTthlt I °"""*^«*f«'' minutes 

She could not care TtlilComert ZtT °' '" ^•*'«»''«°° 
sp'smg as he leaned there rSrioa^t*^^'"'^ "^^ ^^ <!«■ 
not ca.e that he was her hu^lTd ,t ! u^'^'J'^-^'''' '^^ 
despised him. The pride anrfT ' "°"^^ ""'^ f«el that she 
had been thoroughl^ir Se^T V^'l-^^'^ "«»^ 

-s^^^t^Se'SXTwl"^ ^-?-"^^^^^^^^^ 



reverse what T have done. Only 8it down. Ton irould hardly 
wish, if you were <juite yourself, to make known to any third 
person what passes between us in private." 

Tito knew that he had touched the right fibre there. But 
she did not sit down j she was too unconscious of her body 
voluntarily to change her attitude. 

" Why can it not be reversed? " she said after a pause. 
"Nothing is moved yet." 

" Simply because the sale has been concluded by written 
agreement; the purchasers have left Florence and I hold the 
bopds for the purchase-money." 

" If my father had suspected you of being a faithless man," 
said Romola, in a tone of bitter scorn, which insisted on dart- 
ing out before she could say anything else, " he would have 
placed the library safely out of your power. But death over- 
took him too soon, and when you were sure his ear was deaf, 
and his hand stiff, you robbed him." She paused an instant, 
and then said with gathered passion, " Have you robbed some- 
body else vho is not dead? Is that the reasor you wear 
armor? " 

Bomola had beeu driven to utter the words as men are 
driven to use tne lash of the horsewhip. At first, Tito felt 
horribly cowed; it seemed to him that the disgrace he had 
been dreading would be worse than he had imagined it. But 
soon there was a reaction : such power of dislike and resist- 
ance as there was within him was beginning to rise against a 
wife whose voice seemed like the herald of a retributive fate. 
Her, at least, his quick mind told him that he might master. 

"It is useless," he said, coolly, "to answer the words of 
madness, Bomola. Your peculiar feeling about your father 
has made you mad at this moment. Any rational person look- 
ing at the case from a due distance will see that I have taken 
the wisest course. Apart from the influence of your exagger- 
ated feelings on him, I am convinced that Messer Bernardo 
would be of that opinion." 

. " He would notl " said Eomola. " He lives in the hope of 
seeing my father's wish exactly fulfilled. We spoke of it 
together only yesterday. He will help me yet. Who are 
these men to whom you have sold my father's property? " 


purchase." said KomoKgerTy h»^«' j! '?'"''. "P «>eir 
■amounted by anxious Thought * '»8«miiig to be 

„ J^^ttey znaynoV said Tito, with cool decisioa. 

-f;;.2rB:rr'^ "^ '-""'•'^'— -«' ^ 7o„ «.• 
aiiirtrSo'rtSr """^ ^-^'^ ^- -- of 

terness thau of anxious p X Zh^ 7f '""^ "^ •>*'- 
he «w that the first i..;ulse^f'fu,/:l':,3f ""^'' '"' 

ask your godfather to bu^ SJee thol 7^^°*"" """"«"*> 
towhathehasalreadypaSonZ^ir 1""" '" '^^'^'O^ 
"^^.•J^Jicacy would sh^rKL^^tf^fy- ^""^yo-Pride 

n.efC^f'r^Ko^'^V""'^^"*^ -•«" ^-courage- 
".tending. He welt on S'^,;:^ """"' -<« -i^ioH ahHTs 
""huddered, as if it Cd been an^r^"""'', """**' ''^^^ "'"' 
over a hot cheek. ""^'^ ""^"i »*«*">» coursing 

wild one. And I C Tou to onn^M^ k'?" °''* *° ""«'^y 
step or utter any woV/onTh! T '^'''' '"*°™ J-"" ^ke any 
quences of yowS/volrl',? '""'' ^''^^ "'" »» *!■« ~ 
ing to exhibit yoShSn I" "S'-'^'*'"'' *° '"•'' «»d t.y. 
own distempered feeUn^lrofet f°^ ^'* "^'"^ y°" 
you serve by injuring T wTh T "S"' ^"^ °''J'"" will 
is irrevocable, tie K 7/101^2' ^'"""'"^ ^''« «^«-' 
Every word was snotX. I .u' 5 ^°" *™ ""7 wife." 

for hislteiitt was Sd So tL"^ °' "^ '"''"^*«"1 ^^^^ 
P^ of the crisis. Kew thatC" ' ' "'"''^ ''^ '^^ ''^■ 
iu rapidly enough all the wV« 1?^ " f ?""* ^°"^'' take 

waited and wat!hedLrL^tr^«°'"'"'J'««*- «« 





She had tutned her eyes fiom him, and waa looking on the 
ground, and in that way she sat for several minutes. When 
she spoke, her voice was quite altered,— it was quiet and eold. 

"I have one thing to ask." 

"Ask anything that I can do without injuring us both, 

" That you will give me that portion of the money which 
belongs to my godfather, and let me pay him." 

" I must have some assurance from you, first, of the attitude 
you intend to take toward me." 

"Do you believe in assurances, Tito7" she said, with a 
tinge of returning bitterness. 

"From you, I do." 

" I will do you no harm. I shall disclose nothing. I will 
say nothing to pain him or you. Ton say truly, the event is 

"Then I will do what you desire to-morrow morning." 

"To-night, if possible," said Bomola, "that we may not 
speak of it again." 

"It is possible," he said, moving toward the lamp, while 
she sat still, looking away from him with absent eyes. 

Presently he came and bent down over her, to put a piece 
of paper into her hand. " You will receive something in re- 
turn, you are aware, my Bomola? " he said, gently, not mind- 
ing so much what had passed, now he was secure; and feeling 
able to Uy and propitiate her. 

" Tea," she said, taking the paper, without looking at him. 
"I understand." 

"And you will forgive me, my Bomola, when you have had 
time to reflect." He just touched her brow with his lips, but 
she took no notice, and seemed really unconscious of the act. 

She was aware that he unlocked the door and went out. 
She moved her head and listened. The great door of the 
court opened and shut again. She started up as if some sud- 
den freedom had come, and going to her father's chair where 
his picture was propped, fell on her knees before it, and burst 
into sobs. 





Wh«» Baldas8arre was wanderinir ahonf Tn,>~ . 
of a sparo outhouse where hrSf ^ Florence in search 
sheltered beds, i^i' Bt^sZtenlul^' ''"' f'T'' °' 
portion of ground wiUiin the wajJs oT^h ^"T^i^^*- ""l" 
perfecUy level, and where the o.!^ . ,*-' "''^ "''"^ « °ot 
of the houses, can sellTrn/fif^^'' Wted above the roofs 
and far-stret^hrg valM'l'"^.*" ""* P^^^oting hills 
-cept along the S::^^^nrg'"adtVl'"''" '" 7''"' 
Arno. Part of that Bronnd W ?! 7 ""^ °°""« °' the 
the hili of Bogolirat tEl. ^'° '^''^^ ""^ by us as 
aide toward J^IX B J5:L^™ 7iS ^'"T""^; but the 
that sloped down behinTZ vrdl^ ^H ^' 7" ""* "'"> 
oonunonly called the hill nf a VT . "' ""^ was most 
that Tito's dweUiT^i^n l?v '^°;, B«tti had told C 

veyingthatstreeCL turned uo!i«'r ^^'l ^^' "^^ ""• 
had observed as he wm oZs^^„?k K°?f °' '^^ ''" '^ioh he 
a sheltering outhousr^nSn/t "^^f; u" '"' """'-^ ^^l 
now for some years be™ Z.7 * ' ^' "'""''^ ^e glad: he had 
about him; JCmo^yeTt^""^ *° "'" ^'"' " "'"ad sky 
with their' strip ""'tot Td^Th^ ? °' ""^ '•^-«»' 
around them, seemed t^i^fensiv hi. "°'"°'™ '"^y^^tk 
feeble memoiy. intensify his sense of loneliness and 

den^^r inTn:^f ^a^JS^'o^ T' ^ "''^''^^ ^^ «"' 
gr^t Stones, which harneveXncSC""' ''^''^ ^'"^ 
had ruined some houses thflJT ""^^ated swce a landslip 

teenthcentu,^. Jurat^SZ X" „f tL'b 1 ""^ *"' 
stood a queer little square builL^^Lt' *",b~ken ground 
tower roofed in withflutedtnl. :,?'"« ''^« » truncated 
house, apparently built up aSst^n"™ ^^ ^^ " """^J ""'■ 
Pnder a large Llf-dea^Zt?!'^*"* '"^'^ ''*»''« wall. 

ingits last fluttering WerStX'' *"."* "" ""'^ ««"<!■ 

elled, hardy old wo^ w^unt^W °P*° ^°"'^^^'' ^ ^^"^- 

was untymg a goat with two kids, and 


*•* ROMOLA. 

BaldaMurre could lee that part of the outbuilding was ooon- 
pied by live stock; but the door of the other part was open, 
and it was empty of everything but some tools and straw. It 
was just the sort of place he wanted. He spolie to the old 
woman; but it was not till he got close to her and shouted 
in her ear, that he succeeded in making her understand his 
want of a lodging, and his readiness to pay for it. At first 
he ould get no answer beyond shakes of the head and the 
words, "No— no lodging," uttered in the muffled tone of the 
deaf. But, by dint of persistence, he made clear to her that 
he was a poor stranger from a long way over seas, and coul'\ 
not afford to go to hostelries; that he only wanted to lie on 
the straw in the outhouse, and would pay her a quattrino or 
two a week for that shelter. She still looked at him dubi- 
ously, shaking her head and talking low to herself; but pres- 
ently, as if a new thought occurred to her, she fetched a 
hatchet from the house, and, showing him a chump that lay 
half covered with litter in a comer, asked him if he would 
chop that up for her : if he would, he might lie in the out- 
house for one night. He agreed, and Monna Lisa stood with 
her arms akimbo to watch him, with a smile of gratified cun- 
ning, saying low to herself, — 

" It's lain there ever since my old man died. What then? 
I might as well have put a stone on the fire. He chops very 
well, though he does speak with a foreign tongue, and loolu 
odd. I couldn't have got it done cheaper. And if he only 
wants a bit of straw to lie on, I might make him do an errand 
or two up and down the hill. Who need know? And sin 
that' 8 hidden's half forgiven. ' He's a stranger : he'll take no 
notice of her. And I'll tell her to keep her tongue still." 

The antecedent to these feminine pronouns had a pair of 
blue eyes, which at that moment were applied to a large 
round hole in the shutter of the upper window. The shutter 
was closed, not for any penal reasons, but because only the 
opposite window had the luxury of glass in it: the weather 
was not warm, and a round hole four inches in diameter served 
all the purposes of observation. The hole was, unfortunately, 
a little too high, and obliged the small observer to stand on a 

*"Peccato celato 6 mezzo perdonatQ." 


of a. .g . little' SyTh rWe"ThlrJ,'°^'°^^^ "^« 
the . jenine at tha fi™i. i„ j ! ""^ "^n drawn to 

tag to MZa LUa i^Vn *^'°'" °' """ ''"^g* voice .peak^ 
not and tTen t^e^Jt "t°e?h«^''"\""-' •■«" «»■» ^^r 
there until the wood Lhk!!?*'' "''* ~n"»ued to ,taad 
«rre enter 1 o^.!^ Sfth, dT "' ""' f ' •»" ^alda. 
himself on the .tr«r ""^ ""^ gathering, and .eat 

.otidTLffiSto^.^.t^p^'VL"'^'' "'^■"'' ^-^ 

to him a little. He waa n^T^f^u J' '"PP*"' ^■"i ^'^ 
.idea .he could »y a ."^tmJtV'.^l'"^ ^'"^ ■""» »>«• 
u«e to .hout at Mor'a lITh^ t""*" *".''''" '^''* " ''w no 
he wa. a .tranger'tran^Si c^efZ a ? '^''- ^^ 
went away aeain and li^I/T t * '°"» '*/ off and 

. naughiy, "heTeV tr :2d.":',^rai" frr"" ^* "- 

Tessa's idea of dut^- but iTw™,!^ i^ ^t '"»'«* P"* i" 
the Padre next Sua; and tCi '"'°!^'"^« *° '"'■'^'"» to going to "^pti^^ZZTC'SZ'^ r"" 

!h?har. ;iidres?» .tr; ?« - -^^-rio: 

frighteaeu into tell ng ^h^Vs Sh„1 °°^' '^'^ "'" ""'" 
Bhutter with ratLer an MciL !t' "t** "'"^ '«»" !>" 

which wa. as wld Sn'reir "h " "'f^'' '='''-' 
that of a simple contadinrbut of^ Z.' ^- " ^^ "" «''" 
festa: her gown of duk^" ° contadma prepared for a 

very clean Imd neat "shfTad^r' 7-'^ ''I "^ «'"»'*• '"" 
«.und her neok: Td her b™l ,. • "°^ °J "'^ «'"» •«'«1« 
was duly knottedT a^d W? ^"l J°'i«'' *""" «"''»«"«. 
had but one neTom^ Td 1 ''"*'' ""* ""'*' P'°- ^h' 
it was a fine gold rk7^ ^ "'"' '"' ^'"y proud of it, for 

ori:rwthi:'Ht;rsfr!;o""j,''^'"" ^''««' *"-"--"'« 

the edge of tCXi^f^Z^^^'''1':Z^^'\r'''>'^K'>^ 
ible. She had been commanded to t.J ''"'*^ '""'"*• 




obedient that wh -a ihe had to go to church ihe had kept her 
fac« ihaded bjr her hood and had pureed up her lipa quit* 
tighUjr. It waa true her obedience had been a litUe helped 
by her own dread leit the alarming atepfather Nofri ahould 
tuni up even in thit quarter, «o far from the Por' del Prato, 
and beat her at leaet, if he did not drag her back to work tm 
hUD. But thia old man wu not an acquaintance; he waa a 
poor stranger going to sleep in the outhouse, and he probably 
knew nothing of stepfather Nofri j and, besides, if she took 
him some supper, he would like her, and not want to tell any- 
thing about her. Monna Lisa would say she must not go and 
talk to him, therefore Monna Lisa must not be consulted 
It did not signify what she found out after it had been done 
Supper waa being prepared, she knew — a mounUin of 
macaroni flayored with cheese, fragrant enough to tame any 
stranger. So she tripped downstairs with a mind full of deep 
designs, and first asking with an innocent look what that noise 
of talking had been, without waiting for an answer, knit her 
brow with a peremptory air, something like a kitten trying to 
be formidable, and sent the old woman upstairs; saying, she 
chose to eat her supper down below. la three minutes Tessa, 
with her lantern in one hand and a wooden bowl of macaroni 
in the other, was kicking gently at the door of the outhouse; 
and Baldassarre, roused from sad reverie, doubted in the first 
mom<mt whether he were awake as he opened the door and 
saw this surprising little handmaid, with delight in her wide 
eyw, breaking in on his dismal loneliness. 

"I've brought you some supper, " she said, lifting her mouth 
toward his ear and shouting, as if he had been deaf like Monna 
Lisa. Sit down and eat it, while I stay with you." 

Surprise and distrust surmounted every other feeling in Bal- 
dassarre, but though he had no smile or word of gratitude 
ready, there could not be any impulse to push away this visi- 
tant, and he sank down passively on his straw again, while 
Tessa placed herself close U, him, put the wooden bowl on his 
lap, and set down the lantern in front of them, crossing her 
hands before her, and nodding at the bowl with a significant 
smUe, as much as to say, " Yes, you may really eat it. " Por, 
in the excitement of carrying out her deed, she had forgotten 

•touting. ""uiiuw alternative of dumb show and 

for .he h.'ThouThfl^reye. J.X"'S'''^'"''7''''''"'«P<''^'»«f. 
-tur«, to put h^er n.::^^^:^; S' ^-- ''e 
I like my supper, don't you?" * ' ^ ""y'- 

touoh,7b;klv.:'l^„'„.l^" '■•«,-«..«, look ofado, 

" ft t^'e't W-' """.'r '"'"-^''- -t deaf." 
clasping C "teon^:^^''""' '''*'"« "">' ''•"d. and 

her. s\e'sakindoldwri^''rdr '"''f',^' ' "^« ^''^ 
And we live very well -« - ' , ^ °'" Whtened at her 

"•ed to have to work, a^d I .in°M,lr ^^'''u'" ^°'^ "<"'■ I 
the mules, and I shouW Hke to «1 "k^"' ^ Hked feeding 
mule, again. ^e',eZytTZt'^L^''T^''^ ''"' «"'« 
to talk to the goat a goodTal^ ""^ '"" ''"'"' ""* ^ ""ed 
but Monna Lisa. Kw ? W„r' '^V- """^ '""»dy eke 
guess what it is? " ' «°' "omething els»_oan you 

"-tat^B^IdiL're'ls'StherV'"''''^ ^'^ "^ <='"^««^«r 
to him. ' ■" "^ ''^'' ^»d proposed a difficult ridSe 

some me. o^e back out^i^^rf/ou^"* thing were 

.ou "zit:r:^::^i^/zs/.^''^' -- -* 

sausage?" ^ *"""" ^ «'«'» you a bit of cold 




bom at the Nativiti, Monna Lisa says. I wag married one 
Nativita, a long, long while ago, and nobody knew. Santa 
Madonna I I didn't mean to tell you that! " 

Tessa set up her shoulders and bit her lip, looking at Bal- 
dassarre as if this betrayal of secrets must have an exciting 
effect on him too. But he seemed not to care much; and per- 
haps that was in the nature of strangers. 

" Yes," she said, carrying on her thought aloud, "you are a 
stranger; you don't live anywhere or know anybody, do you?" 
"No," said Baldassarre, also thinking aloud, rather than 
consciously answering, " I only know one man." 

" His name is not Nofri, is it? " said Tessa anxiously. 
"No," said Baldassarre, noticing her look of fear. "Is 
that your husband's name? " 

That mistaken supposition was vtry amusing to Tessa. She 
laughed and clapped her hands as she said, — 

" No, indeed! But I must not tell you anything about my 
husband. You would never think what he is — not at all like 

She laughed again at the delighted incongruity between the 
name of Nofri — which was not separable from the idea of the 
cross-grained stepfather — and the idea of her husband. 

"But I don't see him very often," she went on, more 
gravely. " And sometimes I pray to the Holy Madonna to 
send him oftener, and once she did. But I must go back to 
my bimbo now. I'll bring it to show you to-morrow. You 
would like to see it. Sometimes it cries and makes a face, 
but only when it's hungry, Monna Lisa says. You wouldn't 
think it, but Monna Lisa had babies once, and they are all 
dead old men. My husband says she will never die now, be- 
cause she's so well dried. I'm glad of that, for I'm fond of 
her. You would like to stay here to-morrow, shouldn't you? " 
" I should like to have this place to come and rest in, that's 
all," said Baldassarre. "I would pay for it, and harm no- 

" No, indeed ; I think you are not a bad old man. But you 
look sorry about something. Tell me, is there anything you 
shall cry about when I leave you by yourself 7 / used to cry 



;;No ohUdilthiDkLhall 

"Thli->.^~\.r """*■ ^ ""*" <"y no more." 

beSrhe!r\?e l^t^7' "^^ '■«'"". "^d doBed the door 

man who is wxestUng i^7e ^^^^ - ^'h ':ir'"r *° "''' 
W again tiU his drwmy wakin^^!' a ■ ''"^^ ""'"K^'t »' 
images of disturhedXp*^"^ """ *^« aore vivid 

te'dlh^Tul^-rZtd-'MS, ^''^ r - «-- - 
and insisted that the staZerfhrid t'^.T^'/^ *"«* 'J°"«. 
«8t in the outhouse w^en he fi*^ ^""t *° '"""•' "^"^ 
had had her notions of makW h^' V*^ ^°""^' ''l^" 
a great show of reluct^ce swJT,\"'f "' *«'^*' ""al" 
Messer Kaldo wonld be an^ySe let ^^ """ ""'"^ *^''' 
the house. Tessa did not believe t^i nL°°k T" "•»"* 
">g against strangers who lited n^ti ^aldo had said noth- 
knew nobody except onrwrso^ wC^ "' '^^ *^ °^^ «an 

"Well," conceded M„T.' '''"'"as not Nofri. 
for a whUe Z^ 1°°"* L"^ at last, "if I ,et hi« stay 
keep thy counseSteTnflK:^^ »'' '"' '»' """^ «»- --t 

"Sd'tSn'^v"' "i;"»ly t^llthebinxbo." 
"GoSay !1 S°r, enTu;htt°"^^ '^^"''"^ "■"^«'*<'-, 

Kald^haTiofCLraTrgMr « ''»^-<'«. "I Wish 
he comes back agdn." * '°°^ "^^ sometimes before 

Ah, child I the world's n~ iv 





- ft'M 

poor old stranger by showing him her baby. But before she 
ooald get ready to take Baldassarre his breakfast, she found 
that Monna Lisa had been employing him as a drawer of 
water. She deferred her paternosters, and hurried down to 
insist that Baldassarre should sit on his straw, so that she 
might come and sit by him again while he ate his breakfast. 
That attitude made the new companionship all the more de- 
lightful to Tessa, for she had been used to sitting on straw in 
old days along with her goats and mules. 

" I will not let Monna Lisa give you too much work to do," 
she said, bringing him some steaming broth and soft bread. 
"1 don't like much work, and I dare say you don't. I like 
sitting in the sunshine and feeding things. Monna Lisa says, 
work is good,, but she does it all herself, so I don't mind. 
She's not a cross old woman; you needn't be afraid of her 
being cross. And now, you eat that, and I'll go and fetch 
my baby and show it you." 

Presently she came back with the small mummy-oace in 
her arms. The mummy looked very lively, having unusually 
large dark eyes, though no more than the usual indication of 
a future nose. 

" This is my baby," said Tessa, seating herself close to Bal- 
dassarre. " You didn't think it was so pretty, did you? It 
is like the little Qesu, and I should think the Santa Madonna 
would be kinder to me now, is it not true? But I have not 
much to ask for, because I have everything now — only that I 
should see my husband oftener. You may hold the bambino 
a little if you like, but I think you must not kiss him, because 
you might hurt him." 

She spoke this prohibition in a tone of soothing excuse, and 
Baldassarre could not refuse to hold the small package. " Poor 
thing! poor thing! " he said, in a deep voice which had some- 
thing strangely threatening in its apparent pity. It did not 
seem to him as if this guileless, loving little woman could 
reconcile him to the world at all, but rather that she was ith 
him against the world, that she was a creature who would 
need to be avenged. 

"Oh, don't you be sorry for me," she said; "for though I 
don't see him often, he is more beautiful and good than any- 


"Yes I eordd," said Baldassare, rather bitterly. 


4r^t^^sa^r•'I^:S5fwtt?-^^ '-^^ - 
w ii ke wJd'L'f ot^-^rrLuTt'Tutr^r 

question appealini? to his tn.m J v ? "* * sudden 


looft^SherX:!!: ^'^ ^'*y««"<^-h» by his blank 

yo7Cbga"nt.rb,d\''*""^L.'' " "" "">««" "bout 
fast. You':Snie hTrt'^H'st^™^ ' '^ "^ •'-'^■ 
Lisa says you mar And I^t "'1"'^«'> y"" 'ike; Monna 
good to you." '' '^°° ' ''°" ** "^"m. for we'U be 

"Poor thingl » said Baldassarre again. 



ea^orSifeveX'of th!t T" *'"^ "*« «P«<^d-- he 
eleven da7s^Ste^f« !L ? *''«°*y-«8J^a "f Nove^r. only 

Avitnessed as it took prTZl '. ^ ^'^"^ '''^"^ ^^ ^^«^e 
« WOK place that evening in the Via de' EarOi 



f 'I 

may help to explain the impulse which turned his steps tow- 
ard the hill of San Giorgio. 

When Tito nad first found this home for Tessa, on his re- 
turn from Borne, more than a year and a half ago, he had 
acted, he persuaded himself, simply under the constraint im- 
posed on him by his own kindliness after the unlucky incident 
which had made foolish little Tessa imagine him to be her 
husband. It was true that the kindness waE manifested tow- 
ard a pretty trusting thing whom it was impassible to be 
near without feeling inclined to caress and pet herj but it 
was not less true that Tito had movements of kindness toward 
her apart from any contemplated gain to himself. Otherwise, 
charming as her prettiness and prattle were in a lazy moment, 
he might have preferred to be free from her; for he was not 
in love with Tessa— he was in love for the first time in his 
life with an entirely ditFerent woman, whom he was not simply 
inclined to shower caresses on, but whose presence possessed 
him so that the simple sweep of her long tresses across his 
cheek seemed to vibrate through the hours. All the young 
ideal passion he had in him had been stirred by Eomola, and 
his fibre was too fine, his intellect too bright, for him to be 
tempted into the habits of a gross pleasure-seeker. But he 
had spun a web about himself and Tessa, which he felt incapa- 
ble of breaking: in the first moments after the mimic mar- 
riage he had been prompted to leave her under an illusion by 
a distinct calculation of his own possible need, but since that 
critical moment it seemed to him that the web had gone on 
spinning itself in spite of him like a growth over which he 
had no power. The elements of kindness and self-indulgence 
are hard to distinguish in a soft nature like Tito's; and the 
annoyance he had felt under Tessa's pursuit of him on the day 
of his betrothal, the thorough intention of revealing the truth 
to her with which he set out to fulfil his promise of seeing her 
again, were a sufficiently strong argument to him that in ulti- 
mately leaving Tessa under her illusion and providing a home 
for her he had been overcome by his own kindness. And in 
these days of his first devotion to Bomola he needed a self- 
jnsti^ing argument. He had learned to be glad that she was 
deceived about some things. But every strong feeling makes 



«o itaelf a oonsoienoe of its own ),.. j* 
much as the feeling of the Zt^™, ^ °'° Pi^i j"«rt a. 
wmetimes survive JT^ wZ .*" ""'"'"• ''^^"^ ^^ 
and Tito could n<^ jTh. ^j ^^.''Z.iZ'" °' ^"P^'^'^^on; 
•gainst his wedded love ""mmittrng a secret offence 

But he was all the more careful in » u- 
preserve the secrecy of the off3^ Wn ? P^eoaution. to 
niany of her class, never Iflft^r; u""""* ^"^- "1"°. like 
one or two particVar X? ^nd to c f " *'"^P' '» 8° *<> 
knew nothing of his reTn^^ ^.""^^'Z °°** » y««' 
knewthathepaidhersoast^.t^t ''''*""bo°t-- slie only 
minded little about the^^t. savelh-^J"'^ comfortable, and 
^dfound pleasure in Z' re^t "whifh* st' °' '^"''^ 
There was some mysterv beLinrt Z. i • ^® ''^ PaW. 
contadina, and Messer KaJdo wi ^^' '"""" ^'"'»» '^ a 
Monna Lisa knew, he might £ a rllVT'J '""^ '"' ""ght 
thoroughly fright^ed Tessa into t^u""*^,^" ^"^ Tito had 
stances of their marria.rebrfiS'^ ^ "t *'~"' *he ciroum- 
sUence she would" evC' 1 tt"^ " *^'" '' ^''•' •''°'^« *hat 
dea&ess, which made t^^uff '"' ^^ ^onna Lisa's 
without some premeditatioCC tved ^7 T *^""« '" '" 
bou. revelation to her, such a7had n!n J f "^ ""^ «=""- 
mg with Baldassarre. For a W w^ t -^f *°°^« '" ^^- 
jare that it seemed likerenou°h L ' I'*? ' ^'''•*» ^«'« «» 

S'^r"^ '^'"•' P-pteTSyXl^e ir^^.^^t^ '^^Tr 
7 thmgs were going on well with tIT *° ^*^ *hat 

always found his visit pleaT^terLn T' ^^""^^ '"' 

always felt anew the ch«m o^tw .. ^.' ^^'^^^ »* i*- 
and trust-he had notTeT ^v f""^ '«°°""* lovingness 
detemined, if possibl ,^t: p^Lve .hT'"';'-- ^"* ^« -<« 
the charm depended; to keeTTesIL "'fP^'^'ty on which 
"ot place the small field-flower Zn **'"'^'. '^''*^^ <^^ 
~b it of its grace. He wITd H 1.'"""^.*^°'"' «"«* ''""^ 
m the dress of'^any other rLkth^"? *" ''"^''''^ *° ««« hor 
her talk would be all gone tf twf .!! "''"' *''" P'1"'^«y of 
tions for her, if her w "rid ^n '^ ^^° '° ^"^^ "e^ rela- 
childish; andthesquTr^Hi?;rovm ? .'" ^^^^^^^ '«'« 
marked the standard of the iLuS ^ °f °"*' "t discretion 
B. this mean, Tito s^J'T^^^'tT^^ fS; 





•nd he alio, by a oanTMiient ooinoidenee, sared'Umaalf from 
aggTavating ezpenies that were already rather importunate to 
a mail whose money waa all required lor his avowed haUta 
of life. 

This, in brief, had been the history of Tito's relation to 
Tessa up to a very recent date. It is true that once or twice 
before Bardo's death the sense that there was Tessa up the 
hill, with whom it was possible to pass an hour agreeably, 
had been an inducement to him to escape from a little weari- 
ness of the old man, when, for lack of any positive engage- 
ment, he might otherwise have borne the weariness patiently 
and shared Bomola's burden. But the moment when he had 
first felt a real hunger for Tessa's ignorant lovingness and be- 
lief in him had not come till quite lately, and it was distinctly 
marked out by circumstances as little to be forgotten as the 
oncoming of a malady that has permanently vitiated the sight 
and hearing. It waa the day when he had first seen Baldas- 
sarre, and had bought the armor. Betuming across the bridge 
that night, with the coat of mail in his hands, he had felt an 
unconquerable shrinking from an immediate encounter with 
Bomola. She, too, knew little of the actual world; she, too, 
trusted him ; but he had an uneasy consciousness that behind 
her frank eyes there was a nature that could judge him, and 
that any ill-founded trust of hers sprang not from pretty 
brute-like incapacity, but from a nobleness which might prove 
an alarming touchstone. He wanted a little ease, a little re- 
pose from self-control, after the agitation and exertions of the 
day ; -he wanted to be where he could adjuit his mind to the 
morrow, without caring how he behaved at the present mo- 
ment. And there was a sweet adoring creature within reach 
whose presence was as safe and unoonstraining as that of her 
own kids, — who would believe any fable, and remain quite 
unimpressed by public opinion. And so on that evening, 
/hen Bomola was waiting and listening for him, he turned his 
steps np the hill. 

No wonder, then, that the steps took the same course on 
this evening, eleven days later, when he had had to recoil 
un <er Bomola's first outburst of scorn. He could not wish 
Tessa in his wife's place, or refrain from wishing that his 


tie. muat neoessarUy lie But ^ ' ^^ ?** ''*^'"'''"' ^'^'^^ 
rtwdard disagreeably r^J"*„fVrh1? ' "'""^ ^""^ » 

little wul waa that iavitiig refuge ^' ""^ ^"^*''' 

heardhiaentLoeintot^rLuJr ra^T- ""."T"^ "'• 

and her brown r^a^v ^hi^r 'l/'^^ '^'^'^ °° *^« P"''"'. 
over the 7cVrf7' let^^' ^T\::^^\,^''h^ 
branches, lay in the loose gr47l^LuS^''%K'^: 
gone fast asleep over her teada TJ^ .. i^? . ^"'* ''^'^ 
thelittieroom, andsatdow^Mn. . V ^^^ ''«^*'> '«'«»'' 
heard the openin^of 1 ^T' ^ t^of t . '^ ^'"'"'"^ 
not been lookingit l^erttTm^r^Z'^^^'Z' '" '.' ^k^' 
eyes. She opened them without Mvs1al»n-f ^"f ^" 
motionless looking at him, as tf t^^^s^^ ^' Z""*"*?."*" 
smiling at her shut out any imnube ^^1 ,J^l ^^ *^"* 
happy passiveness. BuTwHte l^t'^i:'* /"""'' *^'* 
chin and stooped to kiss hlf she saidl''" '""' ""''" ^^ 
IawoS:^a1/tri;^?'^^^*-^-^«-and then 

no;'ShS^rui;i^;j''°i^^'*-« ^^ •'''^' "^- ^- 

at your baby f itT„X"' ^ ^°" ^ '"'* ^""^8 

Tes™, did not like those words, even though Tito was smil 
mg. She had some poutine diatnwq i„ >,. 7^ " 

bending anxiously ov„ ^^baby^" "* ^"^ ^'^' "» "^^ ^^ 

prettier than wh^n vou '^.J v w °°^ "' ^- ^e is even 

his hair -and it grows^^sn't !w ^^i"! ^ "^ ' ''^•"' y°» 
grows— wn t that wonderful? Look at himi 



It'i true hia face is raty much all alike yrhtfi Iia'i adecp, 
there is not so much to see as when he's awake. If yon kiss 
him very gently, he won't wake : you want to kiss him, is it 
not true?" 

He satisfied her by giring the small mnmmy a bntterfly 
kiss, and then, putting his hand on her shoulder and turning 
her face toward him, said, " You like looking at the baby bet- 
ter than looking at your husband, yon false onet " 

She was still kneeling, and now rested her hands on his 
knee, looking up at him like one of Fra Lippo Lippi's round- 
cheeked adoring angels. 

" No, " she said, shaking her head ; " I lore you always best, 
only I want you to look at the bambino and lore him ; I used 
only to want you to love me." 

" And did you expect me to come again so soon? " said Tito, 
inclined to make her prattle. He still felt the effects of the 
agitation he had undergone — stiU felt like a man who has been 
violently jarred; and this was the easiest relief from silence 
and solitude. 

"Ah, no," said Tessa, "I have counted the days — to-day I 
began at my right thumb again — since you put on the beauti- 
ful chain-coat, that Messer San Michele gave you to take care 
of you on your journey. And you have got it on now," she 
said, peeping through the opening in the breast of his tonic. 
" Perhaps it made you come back sooner." 

"Perhaps it did, Tessa," he said. "But don't mind the 
coat now. Tell me what has happened since I was here. 
Did you see the tents in the Prato, and the soldiers and horse- 
men when they passed the bridges — did you hoar the drums 
and trumpets 7" 

" Yes, and I was rather frightened, because I thought the 
soldiers might come up here. And Monna Lisa was a little 
afraid too, for she said they might carry our kids off ; she said 
it was their business to do mischief. But the Holy Madonna 
took care of us, for we never saw one of them up here. But 
something has happened, only I hardly dare tell you, and that 
is what I was saying more Aves for." 

" What do you mean, Tessa? " said Tito, rather anxiously. 
X Hake haste and tell me." 


,™T *?°"8'" the old man would be gone awar before 

;:: JTii" rnTtJrbSr^in'^'i irt; f'f, *"'*^^« 

"Oh, you wUl be sorry for him • I'm >fn>{j i,. • 
1 went to hun first; it was because I wanted to talk to h^ 

take him something to eat." "»«* ^ talk to hun, and 

"Some beggar I suppose. It was naughty of you Tessa. 
"rSwT *'°°°''''"*- I-^t^veiiimirta^P 

Monnf'f , V" ''°* * ^«<^' '» J"" wanted to Ly 

iThetl^r^u'r^'l '''" *° '*'> work for her i^tJ^ 
And he gete hunself shaved, and his clothes are tidy ■ M^ 
Lisa says he is a decent man. But sometimes I SLk he i^ 
^ndTi"flZ'a^.l^ am^tola. wasnotSlXnl 
didn''tknow whe'ehe wis^' ''' ''"^° '"'""^''*' '"«»'• 

to "h^^lT f ^"Z ^ ^"^ " "^^ '^''°' "8 heart beginning 
to beat strangely. He was so haunted by the thought atBal- 
d^sarre that it was already he whom he saw in ^^t^ 
s^g on aie straw not many yards from him. «Sy^ 
Htool, my Tessa, and sit on iL" ^ 






"BhtU you not /orgira mef" tho laid, tlinidlv, morina 
from hia knea. 

" Yes, I wUl not be tagrj—mlj lit down, ud :»U me what 
•ort of old man thii U ." 

"I can't think how to tell you: he U not like my itep- 
father Kofri, or anybody. Hi» face ia yeUow, and he bat 
deep mark* in itj and hii hair is white, but there is none on 
the top of his head : and his eyebrows are black, and he looks 
from under them at me, and says, ' Poor thing I ' to me, as if 
he thought I was beaten as I used to be; and that seems as if 
ho couldn't be in his right mind, doesn't it? And I asked 
him his name once, but he couldn't tell it me: yet everybody 
has a name— is it not true? And he has a book now, and 
keeps looking at it ever so long, as if he were a Padre. But 
I think he is not saying prayers, for his lips never move}— 
ah, you are angry with me, or is it because you are sorrr for 
the old man?" ' 

Tito's eyes were still fixed on Tessa; but he had ceased to 
see her, and was only seeing the objects her words suggested. 
It was this absent glance which frightened her, and she conld 
not help going to kneel at his side again. But he did not 
heed her, and she dared not touch him, or speak to him : the 
knelt, trembling and wondering; and this state of mind sug- 
gesting her beads to her, she took them from the floor, and 
began to tell them again, her pretty lips moving silently, and 
her blue eyes wide with anxiety and struggling tears. 

Tito was quite nnconscious of her movements unconscious 

of his own attitude : he was in that rapt state in which a man 
will grasp painful roughness, and press and press it closer, 
and never feel it. A new possibility had risen before him, 
which might dissolve at once the wretched conditions of fear 
and suppression that were marring his life. Destiny had 
brought within his reach an opportunity of retrieving that 
moment on the steps of the Duomo, when the Past had grasped 
him with living quivering hands, and he had disowned it. A 
few steps, and he might be face to face with his father, with 
no witness by; he might seek forgiveness and reconciliation; 
and there was money now, from the sale of the library, to en- 
able them to leave Florence without disclosure, and go into 


know the whole truth, for .he^ou^ST '' ""^ "''"" 

of learning what had tak.n «i.- .i «IdaMarre, or 

B.l<ia«arS,hi^,.Ur.^dif ht^ath"." V" """•' "''^P' '«-■» 
oonwnt to bury that offence. ^'^"•' '"' '""'"^ •'•o 

But with thia poeaibility of reUef Ht .„ .. 
present evil, thereroae thenf),^!!^?? "^ 'P""8, from 
hearted man might rrfr«.^i!^ POM'bility, that the fieroe- 
Mthinrw3ont^*:.*tCC{::l- ^•"-"•li^h, 
would be no ^oUne»Z ll^Jhi . ^° ^^°"'' '«' *''"• 
.heet round it «,rtaL in C » /"P""'!""' "'"' • ''Wti 
the eyes of men that Ti ^ . ' '*°'«""'K '<» hated «iu in 
pentiice^aTwoSmrk^alTrK-P^PT* '"= '* *«" » "^ 

aUpaatunple^a^^^SUifTlTT' T."' ""•» ""P 
hi. indiapoeition to feel h^mH^^i .^d Tito's soft-heartedaeea, 

creature, VL in rtro„^ l^^ "" ''*"'' "'»"'""' 'i^ any 
father ^a. Troigh^"^ ^ hta^ ^."^ ,51'«"'". "ow hij 
a»t hi. nature o*ouwZ but deaire ifTJ' "^ ' "'"'f "' «"« 
Balda8««e'8 glance could be reo W k '""•°°°"'' hatred in 
affection and ^mpCncy ^ ''^ '°°""^'°« "' ^^ »« 

Wwl^t.d"w'«r.i5irjir i:*:^" completely cu.h- 
thowwho- hI?adL^d Ldoff'".^''"?'' PJ-^^Klyon 

and .tapped towafd tt H bt 'tw^^ "' '^'^ "P' 
W b«^ ron^d him frorhi^a' Jo^liL!^": tl^K 

I m'Jot''::?^,??* ""■ " '"''^■' "-^ -^o"'* »y. ""le pigeon, 

the'i:^d:rt^e'ir^^tti"i^3''^''' ^"^r^^ *° ''^-* 

i^ad opened the door. Ja,'f^,:^Z:Z^T:^2 i^! 



torn : go upatain agaiD, and keep quiet, and lajr notiiing to 
Honna Liaa." 

In half a minnta he itood before the oloaed door of the ont- 
luntie, where the moon waa ahining white on the old paintleaa 

In this last decisive moment, Tito felt a tremor upon him — 
a sudden inBtinotive shrinking from a possible tiger-glanoa^ 
a possible tiger-leap. Yet why should he, a young man, be 
afraid of an old one? a young man with armor on, of an old 
man without a weapon? It was but a moment's hesitation, 
and Tito laid his hand on the door. Was his father asleep? 
Was there nothing else but the door that screened him from 
the Toice and the glance which no magic could turn into ease? 

Baldassarre was not asleep. There as a square opening 
high in the wall of the hovel, through which the moonbeams 
sent in a stream of pale light: and if Tito could have looked 
through the opening, he would have seen his father seated on 
the straw, with something that shone like a white star in his 
hand. Baldassarre was feeling the edge of his poniard, tak- 
ing refuge in that sensation from a hopelesc blank of thought 
that seemed to lie like a great gulf between his passion and 
its aim. 

He was in one of his most wretched moments of conscious 
helplessness : he had been poring, while it was light, over the 
book that lay open beside him ; then he had been trying to 
recall the names of his jewels, and the symbols engraved on 
them: and though at certain other timus he had recovered 
8ome-of those names and symbols, to-night they were all gone 
into darkness. And this effort at inward seeing had seemed 
to end in utter paralysis of memory. He was reduced to a 
sort of mad consciousness that he was a solitary pulse of just 
rage in a t- )rld filled with defiant baseness. He had clutched 
and unshei>thed his dagger, and for a long while had been 
feeling its edge, his mind narrowed to one image, and the 
dream of one sensation — the sensation of plunging that dagger 
into a base heart, which he was unable to pierce in any other 

Tito had his hand on the door and was pulling it : it dragged 
against the ground as such old doors often do, scd BaldassarTe, 


■♦•rtled out of hi* draAmlika .f.>. 

t-in .^. amJ.'Ta'LtTnor/r. "l ""^«'«- 
»»d not y«t tiMta to hii f-t .^ ^ .^f™ ''• *•*■ H« 
k««k wh,a the door ^.ww/oL" ""J kneriingonon, 
•«»iDrt th. moonlirfht.^tSS'T.r'* '" ""' ^^ 
«-.of o«rl..„doa.„^doirv.ohLk t^'"? °'' """ '»'*«•'» 
«i»-not •hadowy-olo^Md H^ll^^ ' ' '°"»' »' ""^ "»• 
the thirsty dmm oTlt iJ^S. ''• *;'«" « th, lip, .ft,, 

•jeer thir.t. fo „„, mo^„ ^''X m"^ r,',"'"'-'* ««* 
tt. old m„, with th, V^'t^r^t^l^to^ZZ^ 1^ *^^ 
Md »prun« JLa .i. j "" ^ '■8» 'a h UlimbL 

»«t -o,„.nt thl tg«^ 1^' „^««; ^"d fl-ted out. InTe 
under the parrying foZotrTFJ^ '"v*'?' ""^ BiJ«l««m, 

xiio naa felt one (treat hasrt.l..^ _» ^ 
Jfere.1 under the weight of thelhn^ 1 *!T* " ^" ^ **^ 
of deliverance «>d .tJety HU H!, t'^V'"' ^^^ *"'^ 
v«.ge«ce lay helple„ ^^^forThir^ BuJl 'T" ^"""^ ""> 
nudeniahimDuke- , fi." 1 *"* 'he triumph raised 

clo«, tohin^Sabirtor^^Yf' "'^"«''' <" ^r ftW 
onoiliation eaaier. n^l\,Ct^ ""ade the effort atreo- 
the more nnmUed and d^f - f^V*"' ''"* J" had only 
thathe w.ahatlj^itr.lrha?^,^ '""» *'»• -"^ 
little while, Bald*w,rrelvintL^'^,°°'?*^ •* *"•» "th" • 
Tito «iid ta hi. 8oTSneZlu.r '^"" v^ deepairing rag.^ 
thej.s^partingon*thSri."f ^^^_^ ~«nd.d''bX 

'«>,^'^etor',o2Zl\':LT^ '''•' «- » -«1% but 

n.i^&eVrt:';^ tt'tle""^ ""^ •" ""^ -d« 
in Baldassarre: he Cm he h«,,^T ""f "" "«° "* «l»nge 
he wa. tren>bling/buTirw« f^'fr t^« °° »»« "^^ 
iim down. '"' *""" '^e ehook that had thrown 

l-PPy. that yon^y fo^ thft ^^l "" "'** "' y«" «. 
He paused aeain H?^ J / ° '''''^ suffered." 

paused agam. He had used the clearest «.d ab^ngeat 




I );i 

words he conld think of. It was useless to say mora, until 
he had some sign that Baldassarre understood him. Perhaps 
his mind was too distempered or too imbecile even for that : 
perhaps the shock of his fall and his disappointed rage might 
have quite suspended the use of his faculties. 

Presently Baldassarre began to move. He threw away the 
broken dagger, and slowly and gradually, still trembling, be- 
gan to raise himself from the ground. Tito put out his hand 
to help him, and so strangely quick are men's souls that in 
this moment, when he began to feel his atonement was ac- 
cepted, he had a darting thought of the irksome efforts it 
entailed. Baldassarre clutched the hand that was held out, 
raised himself and clutched it still, going close up to Tito 
till their faces wew not a foot ofF each other, i^udn he began 
to speak, in a deep, trembling voice, — 

" I saved you — I nurtured you — I loved you. You forsook 
me — you robbed me — you denied me. What can you give 
me? You have made the world bitterness to me; but there is 
one draught of sweetness left — that you shall know agony." 

He let fall Tito's hand, and going backward a little, first 
rested his arm on a projecting stone in the wall, and then 
sank again in a sitting posture on the straw. The outleap of 
fury in the dagger-thrust had evidently exhausted him. 

Tito stood silent. If it had been a deep yearning emotion 
which had brought him to ask his father's forgiveness, the 
denial of it might have caused him a pang which would have 
excluded the rushing train of thought that followed those de- 
cisive words. As it was, though the sentence of unchange- 
able hatred grated on him and jarred him terribly, his mind 
glanced round with a self-preserving instinct to see how far 
those words could have the force of a substantial threat. 
When he had come down to speak to Baldassarre, he had said 
to himself that if his effort at reconciliation failed, things 
would only be as they had been before. The first glance of 
his mind was backward to that thought again, but the future 
possibilities of danger that were conjured up along with it 
brought the perception that things were twt as they had been be- 
fore, and the perception came as a triumphant relief. There 
was not only the broken dagger, there was the certainty, 


imbeoUe old man- and fi« T. ^ Baldawarre as a mad, 
aide that there^aTllrH, "? ''"" "^ "^""Kly <>" W. 

fear of ha^^J^ ^"nnTasSt S"" ''°' J"'^* ^ 
himself from what wasvetm^™,^ ""** "* ""^^^ <» «aw 

"No "°^i^r.*° "'"^ ^""^ " J"* '"'id- 

"S; sorS^'f/i*'Xt;r '"'^^*-"--^'' 

yo;p:;^^\^---«^- out- « ^' *» your straw. 

Then you mean to leave this dIscp? » ..i-i t-» 
lous^abont this eertainty than ^^^L "r^"' ""'" """ 
T,L J ''^^'^' """^ Baldaasarre. 

no3i!°,r?etent'„rrTra.l?;""H ."""^^ ^^ - 
Bide of her baby. ^ '*'* ^""""^ ^«' "^7^8 by the 

He lifted her^^ uS St^Th"' '"1^,'*° *° '-'^■" 

-d^dr rhj^tsiot^rT'^- ««^- 

or listen to him again » *• ^^'^^^ "P*"^ *» him 

« yrs^T wm'""'^- ««""^'''»^ "tat I have said to you » 
Tossl^il^e^r ;Sif *" " ''^^^^ -^ -"." Baid 

rnc^^^^lYihtrn^dot^'^t'''''''"''^ "- "««« t- 

severelyforlet^^n. *^'"'°'' ^'^ *o rebuke her 

Tito felt tlS dangerous man come about the house. 

tasteTSrSs b^ "thT ""T *">^' '^^^ "««• -O' evil- 
MounaLi»fasSS7/'™Jrf."P°" '^"'- «« J»«"d 





secure that Baldassane would go, and he oould not wait to see 
him go. Even Am young frame and elastic spirit were shat- 
tered by the agit»<^ons that had been crowded into this sin- 
gle evening. 

Baldassarre wax still sitting on the straw when the shadow 
of Tito passed by. Before him lay the fragments of the 
broken dagger; beside him lay the open book, over which he 
had pored in vain. They looked like mocking symbols of his 
uttei helplessnefis; and his body was still too tremblini. '^or 
him to rise and walk away. 

But the next morning very early, when Tessa peeped anx- 
iously through the hole in her shutter, the door of the hovel 
was open, and the strange old man was gone. 




Fob several days Tito saw little of Bomola. He told her 
gently, the next morning, that it would be better for her to 
remove any small articles of her own from the library, as 
there would be agents coming to pack up the antiquities. 
Then, leaning to kiss her on the brow, he suggested that she 
should keep in her own room where the little painted taber- 
nacle was, and where she was then sitting, so that sho might 
be away from the noise of strange footsteps, ilomola as- 
sented quietly, making no sign of emotion ' the night had been 
one long waking to her, and, in spite of her healthy frame, 
sensation had become a dull continuous pain, as if she had 
been stunned and bruised. Tito divined that she felt ill, but 
he dared say no more; he only dared, perct,'.- '.jg that her 
hand and brow were stone-cold, to fetch a furred mantle and 
throw it lightly round her. And in every brief interval that 
he returned to her, the scene was nearly the same : he tried to 
propitiate her by some unobtrusive act or word of tenderness, 
and she seemed to have lost the power of speaking to him, or 
of looking at him. "Patience!" he said to himself. "She 
will recover it, and forgive at last. The tie to me must still 


wniain the strongest. » Whim fi,» *_• ^ 
recover and look Cu notUnrh^ k "'"^ P*"°° " »!<"' *» 
glides u^to the Po.SS'^XSfrri^^'f 7''-"^ 
bruise himself, and is stron,,Iv^ J"*^' he feels no 

behavior eiace he Lflictdft J W °'^ °' '''' "'"' "^i^We 

orally disposed tofe':faS:.S:r;ed^rfr",l'"^^^ 
his mind was toward prooitiaHnn i jJ ^ ""Mtant bent of 

ted to much for the saW fS' e„"^ T^^ ^"^^ ""bmit- 

Jra^r:;' '^ - -cti\rcSr-." 

was more and more ini^ZZg ^Z iT °"* f '"^^ 
which IS in strictness a slowly nreoar^' f' "^* °* ""''"^ 
tireoharaoter.isyetalmostlwrr u,"*^"^ °* *•"•«"- 
8ion as its point of a^^ent^'-^*"^."".*" "* ""S^" ''"P™''- 
in the Piazza del jAZo'ISL'"^ "T/'"* """»«"* 
had tasted a keen pleasiT'lJ^e o! '• °"°**'^ °° *^"' •"»J«». 
to tickle the ears ot ZTll^^T'°'"'T'' °* ^^ ''^^ 
bis imagination had riaT^ ^il?^^ "^t P'ea'ed then^ 
political activity which the tr^,?hT'^^{,.*°''"'i « ""rt 7f 
was likely enoulh to fed occIr„ / ^ »"" '"" °* ^°™°«e 
of Baldassarre, wak^d i. tl,« '' ^"* "'^ ^'"'^ dread 

immovable roly ^st^tion '^r*'"' ^ ^^^ lite an 

him into thr^^ of Kb^:::"^'' *^''' P"*''' •^^ tad urgS 
sible necessity of livinV^,?^' "* " P^P^tion for the pos- 
was beginning to ZlSV'C, "' *'' '"'^ *^« '^'"'" i« 
That dread wL ne Jly remled now" T ''"''^"°° ^" ''i»- 
stiU, he must prepare hSfor°-M'r'* '""^ ''*« '»^'"°' 
ness .-.d i^genuit^ butTe dfd „Tfe'?^^^^^ °° ^'^ '""l- 

oonvenient step of leaving FiL **«^ "•'■'8«d to take the in- 


faded, life was taking more Id iZ r'?/^/''"''^ P^"'"" 
aspect of a game in whi^h fte™ JL ^^'^'^^^ ^^ ''■'" the 
skill and chance """ "^ agreeable mingling of 




And the game that might be played in Florence promised to 
be rapid and exciting; it was a game of revolutionary and 
party struggle, sure to include plenty of that unavowed action 
in which brilliant ingenuity, able to get rid of allinnonvenieut 
beliefs except that " ginger is hot in the mouth," is apt to see 
the path of superior wisdom. 

No sooner were the French guests gone than Florence was 
as agitated as a colony of ants when an alarming shadow has 
been removed, and the camp has to be repaired. " How are 
we to raise the money for the French '-iicj? How are we to 
manage the war with those obstinate I: ;;^n rebe' t Above 
all, how are we to mend our plan of government, so as to hit 
on the best way pf getting our magistrates chosen and our laws 
voted? " Till those questions were well answered trade was 
in danger of standing still, and that large body of the work- 
ing men who were not counted as citizens and had not so much 
as a vote to serve as an anodyne to their stomachs were likely 
to get impatient. Something must be done. 

And first the great bell was sounded, to call the citizens to 
a parliament in the Piazza de' Signori; and when the crowd 
was wedged close, and hemmed in by armed men at all the 
outlets, the Signoria (or Gonfaloniere and eight Priors for the 
time being) came out and stood by the stone lion on the plat- 
form in front of the Old Palace, and proposed that twenty 
chief men of the city should have dictatorial authority given 
them, by force of which they should for one year choose all 
magistrates, and set the frame of government in order. And 
the people shouted their assent, and felt themselves the electors 
of the Twenty. This kind of "parliament" was a very old 
Florentine fashion, by which the will of the few was made to 
seem the choice of the many. 

The shouting in the Piazza was soon at an end, but not so 
the debating incide the palace: was Florence to have a Great 
Council after the Venetian mode, where all the officers of gov- 
ernment might be elected, and all laws voted by a wide num- 
ber of cit:iens of a certain age and of ascertained quaiifica- 
tions, WitLuut question of rank or party? or, was it to be gov- 
emed on a narrower and less popular scheme, in which the 
hereditary influence of good families would be less adulterated 


S«;derini alleged exoelle" re^oL^L ^T'/'^°^^^ 
exoeUent on the aide 0^1 * ° ""'^"^ '«««o°8 equallv 
question of boiW of "rowt whirhrd*^ *" '°"^ '* -- » 
palate, of the dispntante Idt,^ ^^ P^Judged bjr the 
have been protracted a lonrthUe w^"?' "«"^8 ^'«^* 
a>an that of deferring the c4w I, '■"'/ °'^" """J' 
mside the palace, haWng p^wer J™ J • ".^i'^'^ °^ «>« '°«° 
'^ith Vespucci, akd though rhLTi^'^tn'M*^."^ ^"^"^ ««™«<i 
"najority outside the p^ace l^L- "l ^ """derate; the 

""Z^r"'"' --'-^^^Torcr/e'"'^ ^'^^ -^ 

character of a deCmrwrn" 'ZlY' ''** '""^■""^^^ 
>ng of Savonarola. ImpTurd parUy bt ^^ ""^ *•"« P™'"'''- 
that was laid upon him to Kuid^J ^ , " V^tual necessity 
P~".pting of pSiio Ten XtuM ^.7'"' "^^ """^ ^^ *^« 
without his aid, he was ZZjT^ ? °° ""^^sures carried 
froni the general to ZsS' CT,,'" ^j.'. '^'^^ «""■»■«• 
they n.ust postpone tteTprl^teT, •"'*''" '•*«^«" ""at 
the public good, to tellinTthCpllfelvr. T^ ^"^"^ *° 
ment they must have in orX Tr^ . *■"" °^«°^««- 
' Choose whatever is besUor a^ «t, " ^r*" *^* »«>d-from 

The o™rcr:^t:ro:j;-2^^ir r^^*^- 

expression to the public will 1„J1 " 1"'^° *°^ P'^8 an 
vitiating influence of pa^ Stetfte °r*'' *° counteract tte 
make honest impartialTblL „!■ 7** * P'*» *hat would 

the purer the goCmentS pi' "* ^*'"* Po^"'"*'- And 

secure from the de^Z of 1!! T' ""^^^ bccome-the more 
h> the moral debSnt ^f fh .° T '^'" '"'" «<i^autZ 
the Florentine peopTliJ the :h°"r''^ ""^'^ -°«W 
-UBity, worthy to^ leadTeVi tt^' °' " P"^« -«- 
Church and the worid. And P™ n t renovation of the 
'topped short of that sublimest eJd S'""r°'« '"•"'i never 
he felt himself working ha^Xtv "th^ ^ ^"'''' *"""-• ^^'"l' 
6 "ttu always the same moral magnifi- 




cenoe. He had no private malice — he songht no petty gnU- 
fioation. Bven in the last terrible days, when ignominy, tor- 
ture, and the fear of torture had laid bare every hidden weak- 
ness of his soul, he could say to his importunate judges : " Do 
lot wonder if it seems to you that I have told but few things; 
for my purposes were few and great." ' 





It was more than three weeks before the contents of the 
library were aU packed and carried away. And Bomola, in- 
stead of shutting her eyes and ears, had watched the process. 
The exhaustion consequent on violent emotion is apt to bring 
a dreamy disbelief in the reality of its cause; and in the 
evening, when the workmen were gone, Eomola took her 
hand-lamp and walked slowly round amongst the confusion of 
straw and wooden cases, pausing at every vacant pedestal, 
every well-known object laid prostrate, with a sort of bitter 
desire to assure herself that there was a sufScient reason why 
her love was gone and the world was barren for her. And 
still, as the evenings came, she went and went again; no 
longer to assure herself, but because this vivifying of pain 
and despair abont her father's memory was the strongest life 
left to her affections. On the 23d of December, she knew 
that the last packages were going. She ran to the loggia at 
the top of the house that she might not lose the last pang of 
seeing the slow wheels move across the bridge. 

I^ was a cloudy day, and neaiing dusk. Amo ran dark and 
shi ..ring; the hills were mournful; and Florence with its 
girdling stone towers had that silent, tomb-like look which 
unbroken shadow gives to a city seen from above. Santa 
Croce, where her father lay, was dark amidst that darkness, 
and slowly crawling over the bridge, and slowly vanishing up 
the narrow street, was the white load, like a cruel, deliberate 

'"Se vl pare che io abbia detto poche coae, non t« ne maravigliate, 
percbo Id mie cose eninu puchu c j^rstudi." 


her like a mouruinK eanneL .L* T^ ^"'' "^'^^^ *» ""'^er 
When suddenly the |'^ tu i^ .."' °",* '^^ ''''«'°^'i "^ Joy- 
eighty peal: Lt trhaii'",iP'^«:r'°-"ang oit a 
tetedpealof triumph; and one S "n.lf ""' ''"' "" "P" 
m every other tower s'eemed to cS Th^Vl''^ °'^'' '^^ 
the chorus. And as th« ^L "^toh the vibration and join 

air seemed mate of so^d S T"*' ""f ""*"•"» «" «>« 
the sound had oauelHtrK ."""'' ^'brating too, as if 
the palace and'onTh^i^ifd^^r-' "etween the turrets of 

.hJpt::l^:'"Ss wet^S'n*' r "- ^°-'» «•'«' 

cess of herhusbandSw ^^the f ^^T' "' '^«»'"=- 
LitUe more than three ^ek7'«!^ f desolation of her life, 
with the sound of thosrvervTn ^f- *"""» ^^fxicated 
Florence, she h,d he„d a nZh.^ j ^^ ^ ^'' S^"'^''*' ot 
now the general joy s^elX^^ ?T ofjierown gladness. But 
that common Uf^ttat So/en™ .'''l' '"'' '"^ '^-"™'" 

loudexultationtostfuL ro;s»;ot"^,*'T"« °"* ''« 
could never join hands with J^L ^i^^^'''^^'^- She 

those whom it was ^1 Wd Sre 'nfT^ '"* ""'^ ^'"^ 
And in her bitterness she f^ttLt" 11 ? '^*'' *° *°^8«*- 
Men shouts p«ans wTt^tieifsoS fXofV" "'°'^'*'^- 
then looked in their neighbors' fan««t "^ l'«avineso, and 

such a thing as joy ^Z?i"t,1, f .°*^ '^ '''"^ ^«8 roally 
Piness she had ole tSted fof T ""'' "l!"' '" ^''^ ^"P^ 
aoft^anded thing, withr^l': -.e'^rhe^^^^^^"'' '"""^«' 
JtlrJZl S^a^h^^, --> V-3 pressed 
when she was stLtledIv un^ZTLf "" ""* antechamber, 
who was coming to seekt^^^ ""^^8 ••" ^^^^ 

tio^Shr nt,*it„r " -^^ ^ ^^^-- "^ -'^- 






" Whkt! the noise wai • little too muoh for you?" heudd; 
for Bomola, M she started at the sight of him, had pressed 
her hands all the closer against her ears. He took her gently 
by the wrist, and drew her arm within his, leading her into 
the saloon surrounded with the dancing nymphs and fauns, 
and then went on speaking : " Florence is gone quite mad at 
getting its Great Council, which is to put an end to all the 
evils under the sun; especially to the vice of merriment. You 
may W<>11 look stunned, my Bomola, and you are cold. Ton 
must not stay so late under that windy loggia without wrap- 
pings. I was coming to tell you that I am suddenly called to 
Bome about some learned business for Bernardo Bucellai. I 
am going away Immediately, for I am to join my party at San 
Qaggio to-night, that we may start early in the morning. I 
need give you no trouble ; I have had my packages made 
already. It will not be very long before I am back again." 

He knew he had nothing to expect from her but quiet en- 
durance of what he said and did. He could not even venture 
to kiss her brow this evening, but just pressed her hand to 
his lips, and left her. Tito felt that Bomola was a more un- 
forgiving woman than be had imagined; her love was not that 
sweet clinging instinct, stronger than all judgments, which, he 
began to see now, made the great charm of a wife. Still, this 
petrified coldness was better than a passionate, futile opposi- 
tion. Her pride and capability of seeing where resistance was 
useless had theii convenience. 

But when the door had closed on Tito, Bomola lost the 
look of cold immobility which came over her like an inevitable 
frost whenever he approached her. Inwardly she was very 
far from being in a state of quiet endurance, and the days that 
had passed since the scene which had divided her from Tito 
had been days of active planning and preparation for the ful- 
filment of a purpose. 

The first thing she did now was to call old Maso to her. 

"Maso," she said, in a decided tone, " we take our journey 
to-morrow morning. We shall be able now to overtake that 
first convoy of cloth, while they are waiting at San Piero. See 
about the two mules to-night, and be ready to set ofE with 
them at break of day, and wait for me at Trespiano." 


telling them that .he was b^. J^h ' '^'*^" ^^ Tito. 

Shei^ planned her d'^CrthatTt^ T*"' *° """™' 

i:!. "^ .""* ^'* broken love ^d We b1 ^T' '"'«''* ** 
scanned by vulgar evea ti«™ j j . , hidden away un- 

at his Ja, wUUng to es,^T '^*\^'"° '"^ »»«° absent 

hia the debt without aS^JuS^nt,^*^ "S* •^•' "^ P^'d 
know that the library wm ^d J^'*'"7; «« <"<» ""t even 
~me sudden piece of g^ S^ kT '*"l'° '*°J*»*"™ «>.t 
this sum of money. C[!^'^A*i«°»"«d Tito to raise 
only so far that he W he^i^nd^'" ""° ^" '^"^'^'"«» 
and to do just what she told hi^ w^^i^^ V" " "^^ 
for in his withered wintry ^e ^* '"' """^ »''"'* 

kad^SX^d^n.r^t^e'rl"'"' "^«''*- ^-'^o 
painted chest whiX cont^td hL^.'^' ""'■ '^'"* -^^ 
white silk and gold lav thl™ !^ , ''•^•^'nifolothes. The 
olet of pearls A J^^^ tbt^oi ^T T^'** ^"^ •"* the oir! 
seemed tte nhroJ^'^^lZ.'^'.^'^^'^ '* *^«"'-- «>«/ 
loop of the circlet a suga^pW t hTh'!!?'- '° " ^^^ 8°^^ 
from the shower of sw^ • tL\' V^'^f^-" P^ ^"""""ne 
said that it should Xrys«,mlt^ ^''*^ " ^"^ "'"ad 
-and this was one of Te^ C^ ^* """**^ """"""t* 

waveof memory, back 4^t toT"^ "^^ ""^ •* '""l'^«» 
and felt again the prese^^of tt.^ k ""! "{ ^^^^ *""<» 
the world as fresh a^d wonderful !,h'' "'^°"' '°^"' »«'<^» 
that sits in stillness amrgtte sunn vfl" *" ^^ "'*^« "''"'1 
tie tones and saw theTft .f -^v^ ^°''*"-" ^«"d the gen- 
breathed again rhlXtr.LT:f:?r"'^^ *^-. and 
from the faith that the K»in„ v ™ * ""^ """^ '^''^ch comes 

than ourselves. Tad inSeln^f""*""* '° ''^ ^ «"'''« 
rose: the woman XSlrfehl'^T"'' ^^^ **"» ''^^^y 
bereaved mother feels wCthll ^''^''tl'Mg akin to what the 

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np in » olosa 'oundle. She turned away her ejrai from the 
white and gold to the dark bundle, and a* her handa tooohed 
the serge, her tears began to be checked. That ooatse rough- 
ness recalled her fully to the present, from which lore and 
delight were gone. She unfastened the thick white cord and 
spread the bundle out on the table. It was the gray serge 
dress of a sister belonging to the third order of St. Francis, 
living in the world but especially devoted to deeds of piety — 
a personage whom the Florentines were accustomed to call a 
Finzoohera. Romola was going to put on this dress as a dis- 
guise, and she determined to put it on at once, so that, if she 
needed sleep before the morning, she might wake up in per- 
fect readiness to be gone. She put oft her black garment, and 
as she thrust her soft white arms into the harsh sleeve of the 
serge mantle and felt the hard girdle of rope hurt her fingers 
as she tied it, she courted those rude sensations : they were in 
keeping with her new scorn of that thing called pleasure which 
made men base — that dexterous contrivance for selfish ease, 
that shrinking from endurance and strain, when others were 
bowing beneath burdens too heavy for them, which now made 
one image with her husband. 

Then she gathered her long hair together, drew it away 
tight from her face, bound it in a great hard knot at the back 
of her head, and tiUiing a square piece of black silk, tied it in 
the fashion of a kerchief close across her head and under her 
chin; and over that she drew the cowl. She lifted the candle 
to the mirror. Surely her disguise would be complete to any 
oil e who had not lived very near to her. To herself she looked 
strangely like her brother Dino : the full oval of the cheek 
had only to be wasted; the eyes, already sad, had only to be- 
come a little sunken. Was she getting more like him in any- 
thing else? Only in this, that she understood now how men 
could be prompted to rush away forever from earthly delights, 
how they could be prompted to dwell on images of sorrow 
rather than of beauty and joy. 

But she did not linger at the mirror : she set about collect- 
ing and packing all the relics of her father and mother that 
were too large to be carried in her small travelling-wallet. 
They were all to be put in the chest along with her wedding- 


dothM, .nd the oh-t WM to b. oon,mitt«l to her godfather 

2rZ, » ^.*^" -very little thing that had a ^^rj^l 

She paiued. There waa .till «>mething else to be itriDt^l 

to ta™T.",i ^^'f^gto'h.tpa.tonthirhl wa^S 
t^r. V ^v!^ '°.""""- ^'» P"' •"" thumb and her W 

&« it ci ^^""^ r"' ''"* """y "«*«<1 there, w (iout 
drawing it off. Komola's miud had been ruehing wiUi an im- 

Si.rthe.T;?'.'?"''^'' "'"' ^-^ di.appoint;dK; 
trust, the act of breaking an outward tie that no lonirer«D. 

.ymbol. by which our active life is knit together so a. to mSe 

«ierZ " "'''''^ •''*'""y '" ""' not to be shaken by Sr 
wayenng oonsoiouanese, gave a strange effect to this simnll 
movemen toward takingoff her ringia movement ^^0"?^ 

«XL,I%""*7 ■"""" """ »'"' '"" «>mehowvioTenUy 
^l^l^K K V°*''°= ' P^-ont^ont that the strong im- 
pulse which had seemed t.. exclude doubt and make her iZ 
c^ar nught after aU be blindness, and that Zre%Z\Zt 

wirhMT ^'"r ^''^' "^'"^ "">"* P"-«"t them tei^g b^SL 
with the breaking of illufions. * 

he^fi^'*^"^'"'.^^'"''*"*^*'' P^-^ the betrothal ring on 
her finger was not m any valid sense the same Tito whom sh^ 
had oeas«d to love, why should she return to him tTe sL of 

trj^lT """* °°* ™1"" "***» it as amemorial? l^d^J 
act, whiohcame as a palpable demonstration of her own a^d 

Eomolt T; ""t" P°'"' "-"Plained to herself, of asking 

"It cannot be! I cannot be subject to him. He is false. 
I shrink from him. I despise him I " 

She snatched the ring from her finger and laid it on the 
table against the pen with which she meant to write. IgS 



■lie felt that th re eould be no law for her but the Uw of her 
affeetioiu. That tendemeM and keen feUow-feeling for the 
nev and the loved which are the main outgrowth of the affeo- 
tioni had made the religion of her life: thej had made her 
patient in ipite of natural impetuoeity; they would have 
•uiBoed to make her heroio. But now all that itrength wai 
gone, or rather, it was oonrerted Into the itrength of repul- 
•ion. She had reooUed from Tito in proportion to the energy 
of that young belief and love which he had disappointed, of 
that lifelong devotion m her father against which he had 
committed an irredeemable offence. And it seemed as if all 
motive had slipped away from her; except the indignaHon 
and soom that made her tear herself asunder from him. 

She was not acting after any precedent, or obeying any 
adopted maxims. The grand severity of the stoical phUoso- 
phy in which her father had taken care to instruct her wu 
famUiar enough to her ears and lips, and its lofty spirit had 
raised certain echoes within her; but she had never used it, 
never needed it as a rule cl 11 ^ She ixaJ endured and for- 
borne because she loved: maxims which told her to feel less, 
and not to cling close lest the onward course of great Nature 
should jar h?r, had been as powerless on her tenderness as they 
had been on her father's yearning for just fame. She had ap- 
propriated no theories: she had simply felt strong in the 
strength of affection, and life without that energy came to her 
as an entirely new problem. 

She was going to solve the problem la a way that seemed to 
her very simple. Her mind had never yet bowed to any obli- 
gation apart from personal love and reverence; she had do 
keen sense of any other human relations, and all she had < o 
obey now was the instinct to sever herself from the man she 
loved no longer. 

Yet the unswerving resolution was accompanied with con- 
tinually varying phases of anguish. And now that the active 
preparation for her departure was almost finished, she lin- 
gered: she deferred writing the irrevocable words of parting 
from all her little world. The emotions of the past weeks 
seemed to rush in again with cruel hurry, and take possession 
eVenof herlimU. She was going to write, and her h. dfeU. 


upptaM. with whioh7heSd":! "'."'"'•"''""' 

«dth.pbkh.iUton,. A„d„rwl. ,.^' T'r •" ^''' 
« th. word, of ip.omtoy .h. w oMt S Tit^^ h" •'""' 
robbed «,m. one .1m who u not deaSV" Tn t~ ?'I" '"" 
word, wrung from her-to h.^utt^ thl . ? ''.'^ •»"'' 
wemed.degradationof her whole We ^'m to h.,hu.b,nd 
thoee who have loved ii hideou. ?„ f^ "^ "'**°'' '«"'«•" 
of g«.tne„ .„d ^ti;i^^^^^Z7Z "'^ "" "''' 

wretched .eni^^?^'^ ' !!:" *'»"'^o™«d iteelf fnto 
inwrd throbbing,, «.d L^ to f«? *? "^ to everything but 
oontiot. She d^wW S I'w'.f" "ff** °' •°"" ^wd 
oord that hung from her w«^t. 8h» .°°f i*"" ''"'*' '^"'^ 
.eired the rough lid of the"w th.""'"^ *° ^" '-' «"<> 
go in? No. 8heolo«rtheiM T '"'"''°« "l" to 

~ugh carving, and S ?t ^ ''"""°» *"' '"^'^ "P°° ""e 

Then ihe remem' ered that ahe htA .mi * 
«iwpment m a Pinzoohera Vh, ,i^e 1»L? T"'^^"' '"" 
»ell«, with small coin in it J,.h ♦ k i. *' P"'*" "' »oar- 

wia.t (her florin. Md, mall t-,*^ *■»»« °° the oord at her 

fatherland oouaia Brig^d" w riferr!" 'T '"* «°^- 
•«gemantle)_andon^eotW.i^ ^ ^"t'"""* "">« ^er 

It did not^K^our to nlolt " .h« ir"''i'^« *^'' "^■ 
.ide. that «,mething else Al^ tt^'"'^ *^t' """^ '"^ >"« 
be nece^ary to enable ber t^ ^t a Pifi^r"'' "?'"'?• 
her whole air and exDre.«irm „-. »,5'f«»l'era, and that 
tboee of a .ist™ wKve^J"'' "* ^''^Z « Po«"ble like 

wbc«e lip. were J^a^^^lt ZtT^raL"" ^"^ ""^ 
penence prevented her from ,,w,. ■ V °°' ^" ">"- 

helped her proud courawT sK"* t"^' ' «'«"''' ""^ " 
ger and insult She dK t - ""^ i -eboding dan- 
had ever done eiy th't I'wL * "^^ ^'°™''*^« '"""^ 
wive, often took ref L wfl fu f .*""'« *" '^''•- ""happy 
-he knew, bu?i,Se oour es' w "''• "' '" *"« "'""^'^ 
had invented a lot for heS toTT.?"'' *"''"' "*« 
woman in the world, Ca^^^r^Lrat'vi:.:* 1:^1^ 




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how an instrooted woman could support herself in a lonely 
life there. 

She was not daunted by the practical difficulties in the way 
or the dark uncertainty at the end. Her life could never be 
happy any more, but it must not, could not^ be ignoble. And 
by a pathetic mucture of childish romance with her woman's 
trials, the philosophy which had nothing to do with this great 
decisive deed of hers had its place in her imagination of the 
future : so far as she conceived her solitary loveless life at all, 
she saw it animated by a proud stoical heroism, and by an 
indistinct but strong purpose of labor, that she might be wise 
enough to write something which would rescue her father's 
name from oblivion. After all she was only a young girl — this 
poor Romola, wiio had found herself at the end of her joys. 

There were other things yet to be done. There was a 
small key in a casket on the table — but now Bomola perceived 
that her taper was dying out, and she had forgotten to pro- 
vide herself with any other light. In a few moments the room 
was in total darkness. Feeling her way to the nearest chair, 
she sat down to wait for the morning. 

Her purpose in seeking the key had called up certain mem- 
ories which had come back upon her during the past week 
with the new vividness that remembered words always have 
for us when we have learned to give them a new meaning. 
Since the shock of the revelation which had seemed to divide 
her forever from Tito, that last interview with Dino had never 
been for many hours together out of her mind. And it solic- 
ited her -all the more, because while its remembered images 
pressed upon her almost with the imperious force of sensations, 
they raised struggling thoughts which resisted their influence. 
She could not prevent herself from hearing inwardly the dying 
prophetic voice saying again and again, — " The man whose 
face was a blank loosed '^hy hand and departed ; and as he 
went, I could see his fa< j, and it was the face of the great 
Tempter. ... And thou, R' ola, didst wring thy hands and 
seek for water, and there was none . . . and the plain was 
bare and stony again, and thou wast alone in the midst of it. 
And then it seemed that the night full, and I saw no more." 
She could not prevent herself from dwelling with a sort of 


af cmzed fa <. .nation on the wasted face; on the strainme eaze 
a. ihe craci ,xi on the awe which had compeUedher to Leel- 
»nt' "/^''"'"'^^^•is'^d then the unbroken silence-on 
all the details of the death-scene, which had seemed like a 
WledT"""* ""to a world apart from that of her lifelong 

But her mmd was roused to resUtance of impressions that, 
from being obvious phantoms, seemed to be getting solid iu 
the daylight As a strong body struggles against fumes with 
the more violence when they begin to be stifling, a strong soul 
struggles agamst fantasies with all the more alarmed energv 
whim they threaten to govern in the place of thought 

m^^r^.^l""'^! °* *^*' "''°° *° ^° "''^ ^^' "''I sor- 
rows? That fitting of certain words was a mere chance; the 

rest was all vague-nay, those words themselves were vwue- 
they were determined by nothing but her brother's memories 
and behets He believed there was something fatal in pagan 
learning; he believed that celibacy was more holy than mar- 
riage; he remembered their home, and all the objects in the 
library; and of these threads the vision was woven What 
reasonable warrant could she have had for believing in such a 
vision and suiting on it? None. True as the voice of forebod- 
ing had proved, Eomola saw with unshaken conviction that 
to have renounced Tito in obedience to a warning Uke that 
would have been meagre-hearted folly. Her trust had been 
delusive but she would have chosen over again to have acted 
on It rather than be a creature led by phantoms and disjointed 
whispers in a world where there was the large music of rea- 
sonable speech, and the warm grasp of living hands 

But the persistent presence of these memories, linkinir 
themselves m her imagination with her actual lot, gave her a 
glimpse of understanding into the lives which had before lain 
utterly aloof from her sympathy-the lives of the men and 
women who were led by such inward images and voices. 

If they were only a little stronger in me, " she said to her- 
self, I should lose the sense of what that vision really was. 
and teie It for a prophetic light. I might in time get to be a 
seer of visions myself, like the Suora Maddalena, and Camill. 
Suoellai, and the rest" ~uiii» 

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Bomola shuddered at the possibility. All the instniction, 
all the main influences of her life had gone to fortify her soom 
of that sickly superstition which led men and women, with eyes 
too weak for the daylight, to sit in dark swamps and try to 
read human destiny by the chance flame of wandering vapors. 

And yet she was conscious of something deeper than that 
coincidence of words which made the parting contact with her 
dying brother live anew in her mind, and gave a new sister- 
hood to the wasted face. If there were much more of such 
experience as his in the world, she would like to understand 
it — would even like to learn the thoughts of men who sank 
in ecstasy before the pictured agonies of martyrdom. There 
seemed to be spmething more than madness in that supreme 
fellowship with suffering. The springs were all dried up 
around her; she wondered what other waters there were at 
which men drank and found strength in the desert. And 
those moments in the Duomo when she had sobbed with a mys- 
terious mingling of rapture and pain, while Fra Girolamo 
offered himself a willing sacrifice for the people, came back to 
her as if they had been a transient taste of some such far-off 
fountain. But again she shrank from impressions that were 
alluring her within the sphere of visions and narrow fears 
which compelled men to outrage natural affections as Sino 
had done. 

This was the tangled web that Bomola had in her mind as 
she sat weary in the darkness. No radiant angel came across 
the gloom with a clear message for her. In those times, as 
now, there were human beings who never saw angels or heard 
perfectly clear messages. Such truth as came to them was 
brought confusedly in the voices and deeds of men not at all 
like the seraphs of unfailing wing and piercing vision — men 
who believed falsities as well as truths, and did the wrong as 
well as the right. The helping hands stretched out to them 
were the hands of men who stumbled and often saw dimly, so 
that these beings unvisited by angels had no other choice tian 
to grasp that stumbling guidance along the path of reliance 
and action which is the path of life, or else to pause in loneli- 
ness and disbelief which is no path, but the arrest of inaction 
and death. 


And so Romola, seeing no ray across the darkness and 
Wj^ with oonfliot that changed nothing, sank at Ust t^ 



BoMOLA was waked by a tap at the door. The cold light 
of early morning was in the room, and Maso was come fn! 
the travelling-wallet. The old man' could n^ IZsZt 
^n she opened the door, and showed him, ins ad of ttf 
graceful outlme he had been used to, crowned with the wX! 
nessofherhair, the thick folds of the gray m^tkand tte 
p^e face shadowed by the dark cowl. 

"It is well, Maso," said Eomola, trrine to sneat in fj,-. 
calmest voice, and make the old man e^*" Her^J,^' 

behmd yon When you get out of the gates you may go more 
;& for I shall perhaps join you Jore y^ou getT W 

the key which she had taken from the casket the last thine in 
^Z:, I forgotten to drown it in the Amo, and it had 

iTZt rriK^'^'"^ ^' """' ^^''' '""> P"'Ple *»°ie- O^e 
hS'w?.^ *^t" ""'™*8"' ^°°«'1» hadfoiiditthere, and 

that the key was withm reach. The cabinet on which the 

tot^f the':' ';' "* V^f "^ '■'^ "<^« °^ therin X 
h Ta^ S nTal^ r- ^^«? «•« P-'e "corning light fell upon 
Rnmni ^ T *^^ P*"'*®^ *°™« discernible enough to 
Eomoh, who knew them weU, -the triumphant Bacchus, with 

iriaSe tLT ""'V''!'''^ "?««'. "l^Ping the crcJwned 
Ariadne; the Loves showering roses, the wreathed vessel the 
cunnmg-ey^ dolphins, and the rippled sea: all encSby ! 
flowery b^der, like a bower of paradise. Komola loofed at 



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the familiar images with new bitterness and repnlsion : they 
seemed a more pitiable mockery than ever on this chill morn- 
ing, when she had waked up to wander in loneliness. They 
had been no tomb of sorrow, but a lying screen. Foolish 
Ariadne I with her gaze of love, as if that bright face, with 
its hyacinthine curls like tendrils among the vines, held the 
deep secret of her lifet 

"Ariadne is wonderfully transformed," thought Bomola. 
" She would look strange among the vines and the roses now." 

She took up the mirror, and looked at herself once more. 
But the sight was so startling in this morning light that she 
laid it down again, with a sense of shrinking almost as strong 
as that with wlpch she had turned from the joyous Ariadne. 
The recognition of her own face, with the cowl about it, 
brought back the dread lest she should be drawn at last into 
fellowship with some wretched superstition — into the company 
of the howling fanatics and weeping nuns who had been her 
contempt from childhood till now. She thrust the key into 
the tabernacle hurriedly : hurriedly she opened it, and took 
cut the crucifix, without looking at it ; then, with trembling 
fingers, she passed a cord through the little ring, hung the 
crucifix round her neck, and hid it in the bosom of her mantle. 
" For Dino's sake," she said to herself. 

Still there were the letters to be written which Maso was to 
carry back from Bologna. They were very brief. The first 
said, — 

"Tito, my love for you is dead ; and therefore, so far as I was yours, 
I too am ^ead. Do not try to put in force any laws for the sake of 
fetching me back : that would bring you no happiness. The Romola 
you married can never return. 1 need explain nothing to you after the 
words I uttered to you the last time we spoke long together. If you 
supposed them to be words of transient anger, you will know now that 
they were the sign of an irreversible change. 

"I think you will fulfil my wish that my bridal chest should be sent 
to my godfather, who gave it me. It contains my neddlng-clothes and 
the portraits and other relics of my father and mother." 

She folded the ring inside this letter, and wrote Tito's name 
outside. The next letter was to Bernardo del Nero : — 

Dearbst Godfather, — If I could have been any good to your life by 
staying I would ikjL liavi; gutic aWAy Uj a ditttaiicu. But now I am gone. 

71^^^%hl'^ -^ 


!^.°*^„"'' S' """"i '"d 1« you love my father, try to prevent any 

be« to tell any one why. Help to cover my lot in silence I hav« 
«ked that my bridal cheat should be sentto you : Jen you o^n t, yj^ 
will know the reason. Plea« to give all the thing, that were my 
mother^, to my cousin Brigida, and ask her to forgive me for 0^^^ 
any words of parting to her. '^""'^ 

»^I^rJ'' "''' ""T^ ''"""■• "^ ^^ "''"8 1 ''»™ in life is still to 
remember your goodness and be grateful to you. Romola. 

Bomola put the letters, along with the crucifii, within the 
bosom of her mantle, t 1 then felt that everything was done. 
She was ready now to aei^art. 

No one was stirring in the house, and she went almost as 
qmetly as a gray phantom down the stairs and into the sileut 
Btoeet. Her heart was palpitating violently, yet she enjoyed 
the sense of her firm tread on the broad flags-of the swift 
movement, which was like a ohained-up resolution set free at 
last. The anxiety to carry out her act, and the dread of any 
obstacle, averted sorrow; and as she reached the Ponte Kuba- 
wnte, she felt less that Santa Croce was in her sight than that 
Hie yellow streak of morning which parted the gray was getting 
broader and broader, and that unless she hastened her step* 
she should have to encounter faces. 

Her simplest road was to go right on to the Borgo Pinti, 
and then along by the walls to the Porta San Gallo, from 
whirfi she must leave the city, and this road carried her by 
the Piazza di Santa Croce. But she walked as steadily and 
rapidly as over through the piazza, not trusting herself to look 
toward the church. The thought that any eyes might be 
turned on her with a look of curiosity and recognition, and 
that indififerent minds might be set speculating on her private 
sorrows, made Romola shrink physicaUy as from the imagina- 
taon of torture. She felt degraded even by that act of her 
husband from which she was helplessly suffering. 3ut there 
was no sign that any eyes looked forth from windows to notice 
this tall gray sister, with the firm step, and proud attitude of 
the cowled head. Her road lay aloof from the stir of early 
traffic, and when she reached the Porta San Gallo, it was easy 
to pass while a dispute was going forward about the toll for 
panniers of eggs and market produce which were just entering 




Out I Once past the houses of the Borgo, she wtnild be be- 
yond the last fringe of Florence, the sky would be orood aboye 
her, and she would have entered on her new life— a life of 
loneliness and euduranoe, but of freedom. She had been 
strong enough to snap asunder the bonds she had accepted in 
blind faith : whatever befell her, she would no more feel the 
breath of soft hated lips warm upon her cheek, no longer feel 
the breath of an odious mind stifling her own. The bare 
wintry morning, the chill air, were welcome in their severity : 
the leafless trees, the sombre hills, were not haunted by the 
gods of beauty and joy, whose worship she had forsaken for- 

But presently the light burst forth with sudden strength, and 
shadows were thrown across the road. It seemed that the 
sun was going to chase away the grayness. The light is per- 
haps never felt more strongly as a divine presence stirring all 
those inarticulate sensibilities which are our deepest life than 
in these moments when it instantaneously awakens the shadows. 
A certain awe which inevitably accompanied this most mo- 
mentous act of her life became a more conscious element in 
Bomola'a feeling as she found herself in the sudden presence 
of the impalpable golden glory and the long shadow of herself 
that was not to be escaped. Hitherto she had met no one but 
an occasional contadino with mules, and the many turnings of 
the road on the level prevented her from seeing that Maso was 
not very far ahead of her. But when she had passed Pietra 
and was on rising ground, she lifted up the hanging roof of 
her cowl tind looked eagerly before her. 

The cowl was dropped again immediately. She had seen, 
not Maso, but — two monks, who were approaching within a 
few yards of her. The edge of her cowl making a pent-house 
on her brow had shut out the objects above the level of her 
eyes, and for the last few moments she had been looking at 
nothing but the brightness on the path and at her own shadow, 
tall and shrouded like a dread spectre. 

She washed now that she had not looked up. Her dis- 
guise made her especially dislike to encounter monks : they 
might expect some pious passwords of which she knew noth- 
ing, and she walked along with a careful appearance of un- 


gnise. a shame at this sturd^rjSLenL Z "^ ^^""^ **"■ 

rai'^Ss^-"-^'^-- - Ss^^n'e^irs: 

and rest. * *^ ^^ f^^^ lier, to sit down 

W cowl S^when she hl^ '"^^^ T "^ '"^'^S ""« •"^g" "^ 
Masoandtt^uWadi'**^ ^'"*"' ^« '"«»"'«d 
forhertoorerXthem tS^""/^''" '' "" "°* I'OP'I''"' 
in expectatiroThe? ' " '^'' "'"^ °^ '""^'^ P^-^^bly Sger 

Me«.whUeshen.ightpausealittle. She was free and alone. 



choice, the company dMliS-Lth«r^,'^'' "^'» 
ment was the sZ or Orto^e' Ruoi^ ^'^ °^ •'°*«'*^- 
the Kucellai Gardens; a^d the W^2 !f \' "^^^'^ '''y' 
quite a typical Florentine Z.d^^ E™n K° ^''*^'' ^'"■ 
has a significance which is^Z^T' ^?° ^" ^^^^''^ "^^ 
Btood. it may bri^r^for^„r^*^^^,7rS°"' ' ^"'^'^^ ""'^«'- 




stanoes, give it out again as a reddish pvirple dye, vety grate- 
ful to the eyes of men. By bringing the excellent secret of 
this dye, called oricello, from the Levant to Florence, a certain 
merchant, who lived nearly a hundred years before our Ber- 
nardo's time, won for himself and his descendants much 
wealth, and the pleasantly suggestive surname of OrioeUari, 
or Boooellari, which on Tuscan tongues speedily became 

And our Bemardoy who stands out more prominently than 
the rest on this purple background, had added all sorts of dis- 
tinction to the family name: he had married the sister of 
Lorenzo de' Medici, and had had the most splendid wedding 
in the memory of Florentine upholstery ; and for these and 
other virtues h^ bad been sent on embassies to France and 
Venice, and had been chosen Gonfaloniere ; he had not only 
built himself a fine palace, but had finished putting the black 
and white marble faqade to the church of Santa Maria No- 
vella; he had planted a garden with rare trees, and had made 
it classic ground by receiving within it the meetings of the 
Platonic Academy, orphaned by the death of Lorenzo ; he had 
written an excellent, learned book, of a new topographical sort, 
about ancient Bome ; he had collected antiquities ; he had a 
pure Latinity. The simplest account of him, one sees, reads 
like a laudatory epitaph, at the end of which the Greek and 
Ausonian Muses might be confidently requested to tear their 
hair, and Nature to desist from any second attempt to com- 
bine so many virtues with one set of viscera. 

His invitation had been conveyed to Tito through Lorenzo 
Tomabuoni, with an emphasis which would have suggested 
that the object of the gathering was political, even if the pub- 
lic questions of the time had been less absorbing. As it was, 
Tito felt sure that some party purposes were to be furthered 
by the excellent flavors of stewed fish and old Greek win3 j 
for Bernardo Bucellai was not simply an influential personage, 
he was one of the elect Twenty who for three weeks had held 
the reins of Florence. This assurance put Tito in the best 
spirits as he made his way to the Via della Scala, where the 
classic garden was to be found : without it, he might have had 
some uneasy speculation as tu whether tha idak cimpasy ho 



« dlstiztdfr hi 3 w '"'•^'^ *» •- ^"" " -" 

.uppers even in the EuoXi .^//^"T" °' ^"i-»" dull 
dull philosophic sort, whe~L h^ rt '"'* ""P^^'ly of the 
upon to accept an entire Sme of f^ ""' ""'^ '^'"' "'^'"d 
have been ewy to hin^ but to I,/f ! ""'''"" ^"^'"^ """'d 
.ame, from the origin oKht™ „?., "" "J^'""" °* «>« 
thetr^tateome^phVi'Sf^r^^^^^^^^^ ripeness in 

the ocTa^iSntl'lVhron' w'' "" ^'^ '^« T'*" -"•^l 
the Virgin that' 1 out^ZTr« «' '""'" "° '"""^^ "^ 
enough for recognition ATsuchm ?'" '"^ '""'""'ible 
watch hU passage Zm „n« ?*^ ?*°*' ""^ ""o """"g to 

haveobserrdXZt^Ti Z^f*" *° '^°"'" -^S^' 
manUe folded round him w^foHoT-H ^T"^* ^'"^ ''>« 
different form, thick-set^nTfli! • """^^^^r by a very 

hat. The con uSontSft hatte'tTuT *""" ^ '«'' 
"ince there were many pLsen^I™ »i 1 ""'*™'''>»°''«' 
hour. But when ^^ ! . \'°°8 **« ^''^ets at this 
gardens, the Sre 1 K. h'1' «''" "^ ""' Kucella 
smaUerdoorof ttegat! wasK t' ?' '^^'"O' » 
-rvant, who, in the C^X o^SnS ^'^ °""' "^ '""> 
had not yet closed it since the I«f . ° , ^^ *° ""°* question, 
rapidly, giving his „re S^S'se^ Z' ^'*°*"™*'^ '" 
tween the evergreen bushes rt,«r.>.!,?°u' ^^ P"'"°8 on be- 
light. The folWer ^Z Tt^°'"' "^^ """«^ ^ *^'> '""b- 
; Your name?" said the servant. 
Baldassarre Calvo," was the immediate answer 
You are not a guest; the guests have all^^J^ » 
I belong to Tito Melema, who has <.,»/„/? . 
wait in the gardens." ^ 8°°« ""■ I am to 

The servant hesitated " t t,o,i « j 
Are you a servant o7 Messer tS " ''"'"''""'' ""'^ ^«»*«- 
"No, friend, I am not a servant, I am a scholar » 

fai?'r;:errus-et:s«°? -v"- ^ "- 

disappeared JoTg SSng > Xt '"""' ^. « ^« ^ 



ThoM nadjr and firm aniwcTS argued a great change in Bal- 
daiaarre since the laat meeting face to face with Tito, when 
the dagger biolce in two. The change had declared itaelf in a 
startling way. 

At the moment when the shadow of Tito passed in front of 
the hovel aa he departed homeward, Baldassarre was sitting in 
that state of after-tremor known to every one who is liable to 
great outbursts of passion : a state in which physical power- 
lessness is sometimes accompanied by an exceptional lucidity 
of thought, as if that disen^igemeot of excited passion had 
carried away a fire-mist and left clearness behind it. He felt 
unable to rise and walk away just yet; his limbs seemed be- 
numbed; he w^s cold, and his hands shook. But in that 
bodily helplessness he sat surrounded, not by the habitual 
dimness and vanishing shadows, bnt by the clear images of 
the past; he was living again in an unbroken course through 
that life which seemed a long preparation for the taste of bit- 

For some minutes he was too thoroughly absorbed by the 
images to reflect on the fact that he saw them, and note the 
fact as a change. But when that sudden clearness had trav- 
elled through the distance, and came at last to rest on the 
scene just gone by, he felt fully where he was : he remem- 
bered Monna Lisa and Tessa. Aht Ae then was the mysteri- 
ous husband; he who had another wife in the Via de' Bardi. 
It was tin.e to pick up the broken dagger and go — go and 
leave no trace of himself ; for to hide his feebleness seemed 
the thing' most like power that was left to him. He leaned to 
take up the fragments of the dagger; then he tnmed toward 
the book which lay open at his side. It was a fine large 
manuscript, an odd volume of Fausanias. The moonlight was 
upon it, and he could see the large letters at the head of the 


In old days he had known Fausanias familiarly ; yet an 
hour or two ago he had been looking hopelessly at that page, 
and it had suggested no more meaning to him than if the let- 
ters had been black weather-marks on a wall; but at this mo- 


iBw«dly. H. L L "S; of 'trStor'r:' '• ""* 
stoned by a whole i«m-.I« .i,„ I v • * ""'*"' Arwtocrates— 

W Time had brought^hZ wTftoT"^°"''"^« 
word, arose within hL and .ti^!?' f , '"'J""- ^ho 

memory. He forgot^kt he wrold^r"'/.' "',''™**°"'' "^ 
ahouted. The li^ht ... 1 ■ ' ''* °°^^ ^'"oii have 

he etarted np with his broke' S^J rTd S td "''":'^ = 
under the broad moonlight ' ""^ "•"* °"* 

chSTe^n^S't/r^Kf i^"^-" -'^'^ '-1 - 
about and pauwd on Ll Z ol„^ l""'/":"" «» "^''•d 
-Id looked down on the TmJ^ /f """ ^<^^ «""»<'' 

-a. 1 p^L-to- r^i^^Li/i-sif 

W day, and^hta inTh "hTero^h f b^"e^ Sle'^m^ 
due to his purS^ow t'. T"^""^ *^»' ''•' """'d '"b- 

cities, whose^ens^o^;^>^i:Z:::r ^f^ ''"°^«'' 
enoe, and who felt the kee° St 7^ u''* 'if ^ ^^P""" 
thegraspof language N^eS I ° 1 ^^ "" '^^^^ ^ 




wu being prapwred. And when the firit triumph la the cer- 
tainty of recovered power had had ita way, his thoughts cen- 
tred themselves on Tito. That (air, slippery viper could not 
escape him now; thanks to struggling justice, the heart that 
never quivered with tenderness for another had its sensitive 
selfish fibres that could be reached by the sharp point of an- 
guish. The soul that bowed to no right, bowed to the great 
lord of mortals, Pain. 

He could search into every secret of Tito's life now : he 
knew some of the secrets already, and the failure of the 
broken dagger, which seemed like fnutration, had been the 
beginning of achievement. Doubtless that sudden rage had 
shaken away the obstruction which stifled his soul. Twice 
before, when his inemory had partially returned, it had been 
in consequence of sudden excitation : once when he had had 
to defend himself from an enraged dog : once when he had 
been overtaken by the waves, and had to scramble up a rock 
to save himself. 

Yes, but if this time, as then, the light were to die out, 
and the dreary conscious blank come back again I This time 
the light was stronger and steadier; but what security was 
there that before the morrow the dark fog would not be round 
him again 7 Even the fear seemed lik. )K,;inning of feeble- 
ness : he thought with alarm that he might aink the faster for 
this excited vigil of his on the hill, which was expending his 
force ; and after seeking anxiously for a sheltered comer where 
he might lie down, he nestled at last against a heap of warm 
garden straw, and so fell asleep. 

When he opened his eyes again it was daylight. The first 
moments were filled with strange bt^wilderment : he was a man 
with a double identity; to which had he awaked? to the life 
of dim-sighted sensibilities like the sad heirship of some fallen 
greatness, or to the life of recovered power? Surely the 
last, for the events of the night all came back to him : the 
recognition of the page in Fausanias, the crowding resurgence 
of facts and names, the sudden wide prospect which had 
given him such a moment as that of the Meenad in the glori- 
' ous amaze of her morning waking on the mountain-top. 

He took np the book again, he read, ha remembered with- 

rw^E ^ 



llStVT"!!*' "\"'' • ""'*• -"d the Image, of deed. r«. 
with It: he law the mention of a deed .n^T v i. Tl °"" 

H bMeness triumphed evervwh.™ i •. "^'* *'"°'^ 

itoelf all the Rood, of thlV T i'*' "' " "^"'^ !"«? *" 

hen, it would n!::^ii;\%::;'i'^'»/7 ^^'t *"• ^^y- "^ 

awakened. It could d"T,e no tortlJ'?. t "^ f " '""^ ■'»•'" 

than th, torture of .ub„;:ttrng*r Vi;://""'^'-'- «-'«' 

the mdeetruotible, independent force '™'«- ^f'''^""""* felt 

which knows no terror, and a^k.Zn„ \."'P'T^ '""'^n. 

. -.ever-burningmotive c^tl^ rotCdX'" A^"'' 
m this mominir li^ht »,»,.., n, aeeire. And now 

the «ne fibrea-^of'iiifrn w:rertr:;ira:d'rt*!;" 
i^r/i'SLt^ - -^-^' »» Mrgiirwirt s 

From that time till the evening on wkj-i, v 
enter the Rucellai gardens he hy^r^'"^ "" ''V "'*'' ^^ 

his marrow the most sXn sh^^f drel '^'"''"^'^^"8'' 
to lie hard and live stintedly-reVad spet th!' "'» """t*"' 
of his remaining money in buvint«nnfl^ *"*'*' P"* 

«er and his thir!t wereX yoZr^xSlKt '" 'T 
vengeance. He had avoi,).H „,"* ®*?"'*™ O"* an exquisite 

whom he suspected of inttat wiS^ri^r'''",'" -"^ °"*' 
in Tito's mind should urgrhTm^thlr A fl'T/ T "^"^ 
othp. counteracting measure which h»!^ * /'■ *° ''°°'<' 

- .Vise. ^^o!..urZ.tvS;rz^x& 



shop, which he observed that Tito frequented, and he had 
turned aside to avoid meeting Fiero di Cosimo. 

The possibility of frustration gave added eagerness to his 
desire that the great opportunity he sought should not be de- 
ferred. The desire was eager in him on another ground; he 
trembled lest his memory should go again. Whether from 
the agitating presence of that fear, or from some other causes, 
he had twice felt a sort of mental dizziness, in which the 
inward sense or imagination seemed to be losing the distinct 
forms of things. Once he had attempted to enter the Palazzo 
Tecohio and make his way into a council-chamber where Tito 
was, and had failed. But now, on this evening, he felt that 
his occasion was come. 



On entering the handsome pavilion, Tito's quick glance 
soon discerned in the selection of the guests the confirmation 
of his conjecture that the object of the gathering was political, 
though, perhaps, nothing more distinct than that strengthen- 
ing of party which comes from good-fellowship. Good dishes 
and good wine were at that time believed to heighten the oon- 
scionsness of political preferences, and in the inspired ease of 
after-supper talk it was supposed that people ascertained their 
own opinions with a clearness quite inaccessible to uninvited 
stomachs. The Florentines were a sober and frugal people ; 
but wherever men have gathered wealth. Madonna deUa Goz- 
zoviglia and San Buonvino have had their worshippers ; and 
the Buoellai were among the few Florentine families who kept 
a great table and lived splendidly. It was not probable that 
on this evening there would be any attempt to apply high 
philosophic theories ; and there could be no objection to the 
bust of Plato looking on, or even to the modest presence of 
the cardinal virtues in fresco on the walls. 

That bust of Plato had been long used to look down on con- 
viviality of a more transcendental sort, for it had been brourjht 

m^lt ^^'fT' 


genius with io„g eurls, astonished at hTs own iw^s Jd^ 

forL t;! tJie prime of life, not more than foor-and- 

en^' r " """r^"' ^""8'^*?' «''"«°«»Iy di^ified pTet 

Of ...urse the talk wa. the Ughtest in the world while th. 





brass bowl filled with scented water was passing round, that 
the company might wash their hands, and rings flashed on 
white fingers under the wax-lights, and there was the pleas- 
ant fragrance of fresh white damask newly come from France. 
The tone of remark was a very common one in those times. 
Some one asked what Dante's pattern old Florentine would 
think if the life could come into him again under his leathern 
belt and bone clasp, and he could see silver forks on the table? 
And it was agreed on all hands that the habits of posterity 
would be very surprising to ancestors, if ancestors could only 
know them. 

And while the silver forks were just dallying with the ap- 
petizing delicacies that introduced the more serious business 
of the supper — such as morsels of liver, cooked to that exquis- 
ite point that they would melt in the mouth — there was time 
to admire the designs on the enamelled silver centres of the 
brass service, and to say something, as usual, about the silver 
dish for confetti, a masterpiece of Antonio PoUajuolo, whom 
patronizing Popes had seduced from his native Florence to 
more gorgeous Borne. 

"Ah, I remember," said Niccol6 Bidolfi, a middle-aged 
man, with that negligent ease of manner which, seeming to 
claim nothing, is really based on the lifelong consciousness of 
commanding rank — " I remember our Antonio getting bitter 
about his chiselling and enamelling of these metal things, and 
taking in a fury to painting, because, said he, ' the artist who 
puts his work into gold and silver, puts his brains into the 
melting-pot.' " 

" And that is not unlikely to be a true foreboding of An- 
tonio's," said Giannozzo Pucci. "If this pretty war with 
Pisa goes on, and the revolt only spreads a little to our other 
towns, it is not only our silver dishes that are likely to go; 
I doubt whether Antonio's silver saints round the altar of 
San Giovanni will not some day vanish from the eyes of the 
faithful to be worshipped more devoutly in the form of 

"The Frate is preparing us for that already," said Toma- 
baeni. " He is telling the people that God will not have sil- 
ver crucifixes and starving stomachs; and that the church is 


J^^h'^r^ri^ *"" ^'"^ "' ''°'-- -«» '^•' fi- «oid of 

tie. come on Xr he^n^^fti C^""' 'f^" "«"* P««- 
wine enough to ,,a«htte,^ol%^"'°'°' '^*" ''^ «a° d^ink 
with roaat and L"ed » ' 'W are too soUd to be taken 

wo'Sav:2LreliSrboilSt°f "^ ^"^«^ ^'«^ 

was in his rattling VdnTew",^ I "* Careggi, when Luig 
verted the palat^fikZ'in ' , T"'*'''',"^ that nothing pef. 

the saliva-Ithat's why Ten t«,k .^'°'°"' "^^ ^'^ ' "="'"Pte 
only philosonhv Z7^1^.^^*°P^P^'- Scepticism is L 

0%;;hTdrnT i^a^^:;^t^:r^ - ~- 

'Nay, 'says poor Loren7oH.' mT • < ^ "* *^^ mouth.' 
Luigi. Hcre'^s th^rtaS Jtepti^M T'^ °"* *"«-' 
wants hotter sauce than an^of us ' ' a5 t l''"'^' '^° 
opinion of hinuelf, ' flashes out I ni»,- -^^T.""^ ''*' * «*"»n8 
egg of all other opinion If^T' J T^'S ^ ^^ ""^^^ 
immortality of hisCn versf S ,^«^"«^«'' « the 
preaching friar who ZcrS'the ™ \ "I"^'^ "« «"•» 

pit.' Poor Luigil hrmtodw^ .r ?'"* °* '^^ bottomless 
touch nothing wfthoutcu^g-''^''^'^'* "*««' «■»' «»» 

pu;cr^?t\vrdrri^Twr'"'''';r'^ *^--- 

bubbles. What dithyr^L wTt in^r^°r» "* '^''P- 

enl fo'^te'r^a^dt', T"" '«" -' '°°" «' « 
ble capon Id gaLT ^i ^^''^.'"^"*t "^^ *^« indispens=^ 

tabi. Spcacockrk;dTctrgrthSei:L^r-^^^^^^^^ 

oookmg partridges, namely, wfth th« w7 P"""' ^°^ 

plucked afterward as Zt L^ *? *'^*" °°' but not 
bis partridges- on ^ «^^^ authority ordered concemiDg 

it might Ski much rSi ' rf "P"?'' °° *^« '''^^ *«* 
i*8 unboiled re^sro^eafw^Lu',,'' "^' P«a<'ocb taking 
dential servanVwio w^ tTe *i ^ '''^""«'' ^ tJ'"* <=°"fi 
tn« the classical thouJin^Ld 1^ „°^"l respectfully to 
-e Plucked breas. U.l wZK e t2 °^ '^^1; ^S 

.. -5.. 




slioe to each of the honorable company, unless tmj one should 
be of so independent a mind as to decline that expensive 
toughness and prefer the vulgar digestibility of capon. 

Hardly any one was so bold. Titu quoted Horace and dis- 
persed his slice in small particles over his plate; Bernardo 
Bucellai made a learned observation about the ancient price of 
peacocks' eggs, but did not pretend to eat his slice; and 
Niocol6 Bidolfi held a mouthful on his fork while he told a 
favorite story of Luigi Pulci's, about a man of Siena, who, 
wanting to give a splendid entertainment at moderate expense, 
bought a wild goose, out oft its beak and webbed feet, iir.J 
boiled it in its feathers, to pass for a peahen. 

In fact, very little peacock was eaten; but there was the 
satisfaction of sitting at a table where peacock was served 
up in a remarkable manner, and of knowing that such caprices 
were not within reach of any but those who supped with the 
very wealthiest men. And it would have been rashness to 
speak slightingly of peacock's flesh, or any other venerable 
institution, at a time when Fra Oirolamo was teaching the dis- 
turbing doctrine that it was not the duty of the rich to oe 
luxurious for the sake of the poor. 

Meanwhile, in the chill obscurity that surrounded t cen- 
tre of warmth, and light, and savory odors, the lonei/ dis- 
owned man was walking in gradually narrowing circuits. He 
paused among the trees, and looked in at the windows, which 
made brilliant pictures against the gloom. He could hear the 
laughter; he could see Tito gesticulating with careless grace, 
and hear his voice, now alone, now mingled in the merry con- 
fusion of interlacing speeches. Baldassarre' s mind was highly 
strung. He was preparing himself for the moment when he 
could win his entrance into this brilliant company; and he 
had a savage satisfaction in the sight of Tito's easy gayety, 
which seemed to be preparing the unconscious victim for more 
effective torture. 

But the men seated among the branching tapers and the 
flashing cups could know nothing of the pale fierce face that 
watched them from without. The light can be a curtain as 
well as the darkness. 

And the talk went on with more eagerness as it became less 

f ii»». 


tioB, the talk a^„ CZS^MTrT,""^"^- 
senrants remained present it wl.^ ^"'' ''^'^^ *•>« 

been done in the Pa W on tlTfi .^"^ «r''P= "^^ l>»d 
Great Council; howhoT-teZ«^ Awt day's voting for the 
Valori was, as if hi wl to hav« .""^ domineering Francesco 

right of hii auste™ vTZfi wTwa^^f, '' V"° """^ ''^ 
who heard Soderini's «i^2,hl -7 ^ «lear to everybody 
and also heTd tte Zt" *" *"'" °^ *« O™"' CouncU 
kneaded in tTe's^e^S' '"™''"' *""' """^ "~« ^"^ 


Untonio Soderfntwhrhi ?^ ?onV„ " "* "'''^^ '^''^ ^"S"" 

-J'^lleroftrrts^a^rnor' Tr"^' ''^^ *•"> 

~"nd, "whether ToZellCinriL not""' "^- ^'^ 
to the Frata for fh<. „ « ""aeoted or not, we are indebted 

With the ^^el:of'k!cZlr'^T^'^^'''" r ■^--^ 

out the fear of (itui .„-! *i: ^" ^''* ^*^« done with- 

a mjorirof bS W \ut r/' "r'" '''"^ P-^-i "y 
oar liediTean heads sCd S a folZ '''"'^"'P''""''"' *^^* 
on our shoulders and fW ! T *° """am comfortably 
o^er our p^Sr"; t^n^ r ""^"^ ""^ '^ ""iged to hand 
ur ^perty in hnes, has my warm approval, and it is 



i I 

my belief that nothing but the Frate's predominanoe eonld 
hare prooured that for us. And you may rely on it that Fra 
Girolamo is as firm as a rock on that point of promoting 
peace. I have had an interview with him." 

There was a murmur of surprise and curiosity at the farther 
end of the table; but Bernardo Rncellai simply nodded, as if 
he knew what Tomabuoni had to say, and wished him to go 

"Yes," proceeded Tomabuoni, "I have been favored with 
an interview in the Frate's own cell, which, let me tell you, 
is not a common favor; for I have reason to believe that even 
Francesco Valori very seldom sees him in private. However, 
I think he saw me the more willingly because I was not a 
ready-made follower, but had to be converted. And, for my 
part, I see clearly enough that the only safe and wise policy 
for ns Mediceans to pursue is to throw our strength into the 
scale of the Frate's party. We are not strong enough to make 
head on our own behalf; and if the Frate and the popular 
party were upset, every one who hears me knows perfectly 
well what other party would be uppermost just now : Nerli, 
Alberti, Pazzi, and the rest — Arraibiati, as somebody chris- 
tened them the other day — who, instead of giving us an am- 
nesty, would be inclined to fly at our throats like mad dogs, 
and not be satisfied till they had banished half of us." 

There were strong interjections of assent to this last sen- 
tence of Tomabuoni' s, as he paused and looked round a mo- 

"A wise dissimulation," he went on, "is the only course 
for moderate rational men in times of violent party feeling. 
I need hardly tell this company what are my real political at- 
tachments : I am not the only man here who has strong per- 
sonal ties to the banished family ; but, apart from any such 
ties, I agree with my more experienced friends, who are allow- 
ing ma to speak for them in their presence, that the only last- 
ing and peaceful state of things for Florence is the predomi- 
nance of some single family interest. This theory of the 
Frate's, that we are to have a popular government, in which 
every man is to strive only for the general good, and know no 
party names, is a theory that may do for some isle of Cristo- 


patienoeand cau«on wfwf! r"' T* '*'°" '"»«' «-<»-•'>> 
change in our W M v-t"^ '''''^'"' °' determining the 

will L z zx::^^z^xi ^: iti z '-'' '" 

nt•aTe.^^"7• '' -""1 "erbLl flag fTn:*^" ""^ 

"wiit ;r'sar2srLSt^' tvr ^^"^^^- -- 

glory of God, a^dw^Kv^v''"*'' *°' "°*^^8 »>"' tl'e 

«the^, andt^raa'i^Ti eeoSl'^srtruUV' ^^ ^""^ 
the Magnificent Eight, their day wilTnot LlT'*^ " ^"^^^^^ 
all the talk of scholars hZ» 'ill not be a long one. After 

one where men XwLt fir ^."* 'T T" °* «''-«'»ment: 

men show thel t^^g^e 'aldlk Te ;t%'f °"«"''«" 

XheyMlgettheirGrea?^'L:^u£ly ttSll*'' '''"^^^^^^ 
certain enough-and they'll thin wi''^ .J to-morrow_that's 

of government, b^^aa snre^'f.*^'^" ^v""*^""' »"'''' Pl^ 

every lucco in the 0001^:^^^;!^ tZZt. ""'^' 

il/and fotwing w?o UvT^f:^'* "T'^'J ^ ""« "^ f"^- 
stancyand on therstrcHnf toT- T"*^^* °" '^"^'^ ''°°- 
with a fine net to catehtZs in ae » rt *^ «° ''■''""*^« 
I say franklv that „ ft. T i ^ ^ *""' ''''^ '^°<=tor8 of law. 

tom^owZnt^Idxin "^ ^^ '^' ^ "l^^ll be true 
on political rStTteU me wh T-^!i'"'" ""^ "I'^k-mark 

% friend Ber^Ldo ScXf We "is^' '^' "'"''" "*'^- 
know, and I have r,n^hfZ^- f * "'*'» °^ '«asons, I 

-pun'reasons t me so SThe rT^^^''' ^^''^^ «"- 
actions as a man offli^ f { "f * "'*''^''™ ^'"^ my 
connections.^' "'^ ''^^ ^"^ *"*'' *» ''eep with h^ 

^^"'^I'llSliilr'''''^'':" ^^'^ Bernardo Eu- 
a tormai dagmty, m amusing contrast with Ei- 



dolfi's curt and pithy eaae, " I may take this opportunity of 
saying, that while my wishes are partly determined by long- 
standing personal relations, I oannot enter into any positiTe 
sohemus with persons over whose actions I have no control. 
I myself might be content with a restoration of the old order 
of things; but with modifications — with important modifica- 
tions. And the one point on which I wish to declare my con- 
currence with Lorenzo Tomabuoni is, that the best policy to 
be pursued by our friends is, to throw the weight of their in- 
terest into tiie scale of the popular party. For myself, T 
condescend to no dissimulation ; nor do I at present see the 
party or the scheme that commands my full assent. In all 
alike there is crudity and confusion of ideas, and of all the 
twenty men wh9 are my colleagues in the present crisis, there 
is not one with whom I do not find myself in wide disagree- 

Kiccol6 Sidolfi shrugged his shoulders, and left it to some 
one else to take up the ball. As the wine went round the 
talk became more and more frank and lively, and the desire 
of several at ouce to be the chief speaker, as usual, caused the 
company to break up into small knots of two and three. 

It was a result which had been foreseen by Lorenzo Toma- 
buoni and Giannozzo Pucci, and they were among the first to 
turn aside from the highroad of general talk and enter into a 
special conversation with Tito, who sat between them ; gradu- 
ally pushing away their seats, and turning their backs on the 
table and wine. 

"In truth, Melema," Tomabuoni was saying at this stage, 
laying o'he hose-clad leg across the knee of the other, and 
caressing his ankle, " I know of no man in Florence who can 
serve our party better than you. You see what most of our 
friends are : men who can no more hide their prejudices than 
a dog can hide the natural tone of his bark, or else men whose 
political ties are so notorious that they must always be objects 
of suspicion. Giannozzo, here, and I, I flatter myself, are able 
to overcome that suspicion ; we have that power of conceal- 
ment and finesse without which a rational cultivated man, 
instead of having any prerogative, is really at a disadvantage 
compared with a wild bull or a savage. But, except yourself. 


to h.yo . .harp miod inT^'S Bhl^ft ?*.T "°" '^^* 
«oul in norenoe who could undrriTt??; ^"^ ""*» " »»* • 
ney to Rome, for exaZTe w"a»^« ! '""'r™ "^- ''^ J""" 
There ia you; .eholaSi'' Jhth m '^« ""^"^ thatyou'o«.. 
fooh journeys; and wW i, be£,T.«'^'^'' ^ * P™*~' '<» 
it would be harder to matohZ^ ', 'v ^°" *»^*°'' '^""i 
Maeohiavelli -ight havrdont^or^r^te '\::^t ^"^^ 
Bide, but hardly so well H« i. ZL t ..* '^ '*«° »■> <»' 
and ha. not /our Xer rf JL T^ ""*° ''"> """on., 
W«. Heha.^lostaCrt^J™ ",r ^ «>« 'ors. for 

"Te.,'' BaidTorn%Cf'reZ.S™'^'^'''"««°'"-" 
manner, "yon have only to nllv 1 "^ '° ' "«°^"»"t 

and the future belong^ to^ ^^l^^T ^T- '""' ^^"^"""^ 
upon i,, will keep a foot £ i,mf L^ltu :J W -'^ «"y 
the tame may not ba f«i. «» - 1, ^v "* '" Horence^ and 

finer career for thTJ^rff !" ""'^ ''^^ ^ ""e to make a 

day.. ^yluSt^ouXor.*"" f'' •"•* - »'' 

•fdinal'. hat at the end of S ^ . T' '^'^' ^'"'™''' * 

i.d:ss"r:i':^rut':„:hi[s„^:' ^"^v^** ^ <-•* »« 

income of an abbey" o h«M - *" """*• ^ ^''^'^ «>• 
the trouble of gettiL Jy he^i 1,''°"'°''°'^'' ''**<'»' 
present." * ^ ''"^ "'^^•^ ^onld satisfy me at 

orders. But we'll talk of fW !u •*"" "* *" taking 

iectstobefirsrb^Lt^J.S,^^''"^ ,y°'^'o^ 
fidence of the men y.hT ^ ^i^\T^'^^^ T ^^ '^• 
«ia.noz.and X -all do.Tut^ m'^^J .^i" S! 





we oan, beoanM you are leu obeerred. In that w%j joa can 
get a thorough knowledge of their doingi, and yoi) wilt make 
a broader icreen for your agency on our tide. Nothing, of 
course, oan be done before yon start for Borne, because this 
bit of business between Piero de' Medici and the French 
nobles must be effected at once. I mean when you come back, 
of course; I need say no more. I believe you could make 
yourself the pet votary of San Marco, if you liked; but you 
are wise enough to know that effective dissimulation is never 

" If it were not that an adhesion to the popular side is 
necessary to your safety as an agent of our party, Tito mio," 
said Oiannozzo Puoci, who was more fraternal and less pat- 
ronizing in his manner than Tornabuoni, " I could have wished 
your skill to halve been employed in another way, for which it 
is still better fitted. But now we must look out for some 
other man among us who will manage to get into the confi- 
dence of our sworn enemies, the Arrabbiati ; we need to know 
their movements more than those of the Frate's party, who 
are strong enough to play above-board. Still, it would have 
been a difficult thing for you, from your known relations with 
the Medici a little while back, and that sort of kinship your 
wife has with Bernardo del Nero. We must find a man who 
has no distinguished connections, and who has not yet taken 
any side." 

Tito was pushing his hair backward automatically, as his 
manner was, and looking straight at Puoci with a scarcely per- 
ceptible smile on his lip. 

"No qeed to look out for any one else," he said promptly. 
" I oan manage the whole business with perfect ease. I will 
engage to make myself the special confidant of that thick- 
headed Dolfo Spini, and know his projects before he knows 
them himself." 

Tito seldom spoke so confidently of his own powers, but he 
was in a state of exaltation at the sudden opening of a new 
path before him, where fortune seemed to have hung higher 
prizes than any he had thought of hitherto. Hitherto he bad 
seen success only in the form of favor; it now flashed on him 
in the shape of power— of such power as is possible to talent 

A StTPPKR w THB RtrOEtl^i ^^^^^ ^ 

Hi. pcition ., aniuten hi.^!S-ff '*°°""' '••P"«'«" on him 

tauuiformed into .dv^SL h"w '°°''"'' "*'• ""ddenly 
hi. own .droitnew in ttfJic^oT! ""'"^ "OMoiou. of 
died on to play. And all a^ 1 . ' «*"' '^^t he w«« 

■n«d.Tito,h,^nk'frcaltiptdSha:'""' ^'«'" ^- 
M « tempting game had beenllT \! ,**"' '*'o" him 
.uooessive falsitie, of hi. S^ ^^^ '*""8'«' ^ '■*"' by the 

" t ii;TmtkXfc?r' °" ^i"^'^'"^ -'-. 

th. race; «.d tohave once TteTth. ' ""^ *"^''^°'" ^°' 
we .hould always be noble ^t T?^^ "?",■" "'"''° ^^ 
of an opposite tradition : he had wo^^ '"" ^'^'^S ""> "ff-'' 

■r orfX"-* -'^--- wi^nritra 
inSsVarfrth-^a 'art'' '^'^ ^* - 

oa^e from the listeners in the p^t^" w^o ^ ^ '^""'^''""'"* 
talkers should tire themselves aT'.h T !***'' ^'"" ""e 
that there had been enough of ^vt^ 'IT '' ''•* «8'««d 
ordered new flasks of uTtet^^o"' '^' ''"'^"^ ""^ J«* 

ther,''^r^a"^Satrro""°;r^'' '''^^'- -^'- 
I think you are thToh er fc'^lf,'' *^» *»"«■ "Melema. 
, 'Ah,yest» «udGiLS!'^u:o?!';^''""'«l"te.» "• 
from Poliziano's • Orfeo ' th^^Z^^' i^" **' ^"»* ohorus 
'»t measure for, Z^^e ^'^mZfT' '""' "^ «-^- 

"'Cla«anMgua,oBacco, te- 
Bsoco, Bacco, evo«, evoAl'" 

questioning and answJrtgw^nt on^ t ""'" '"^ued 

touched the lutein a proTudr<rlv..r'^ *''°'' ''•'*'« Tito 
»ud aiere was a oonfuZ o^fplllt "'"^ °* «"« «horu«, 
round the table. Bemwdo Rn^ii ?\ ^"""^ humming all 
ment,MeIema," buT^^tofrhad f"' ""u" "^«''amo- 
"""" had been unheard by Tito, 





who WM iMtning toward Pnooi, ud linging low to hia tb* 
phniet of th« Maoad-ohorui. He notioed nothing until the 
ban round the table raddtnlj otwad, and the notei of hla 
own Toioc, with ite toft low-toned triumph, " Eto^ eroil " fell 
in ttartling iiolation. 

It wai a ftrange moment Baldanarre had moved round 
the table till he wat oppoiite Tito, and aa the hum oeaaed 
there might be aeen for an initant Baldaiiarre'i fierce dark 
eyes bent on Tito's bright smiling unoonsciouaneaa, while the 
\o\. notot of triumph dropped from his lips into the silence. 

Tito looked up with a slight start, and his lips turned pale, 
but he seemed hardly more moved than Oiannozzo Pucoi, who 
had looked up at the same moment — or even than several 
others round tiie table; for that sallow deep-lined face with 
the hatred in its eyes seemed a terrible apparition across the 
wax-lit ease and gayety. And Tito quickly recovered some 
self -command. "A mad old man — he looks like it — he u 
mad I " was the instantaneous thought that brought some cour- 
age with it ; for he could conjecture no inward change in Bal- 
dassarre since they had met before. He just let his eyes fall 
and laid the lute on the table with apparent ease; but his fin- 
gers pinched the neck of the lute hard while he governed his 
head and his glance sufRciently to look with an air of quiet 
appeal toward Bernardo Bucellai, who said at once, 

" Good man, what is your business? What is the important 
declaration that you have to make? " 

" Messer Bernardo Bucellai, I wish you and your honorable 
friends to know in what sort of company you are sitting. 
There is a traitor among you." 

There was a general movement oi alarm. Every one pres- 
ent, except Tito, thought of politioai danger and not of pri- 
vate injury, 

Baldassarre began to speak as if he were thoroughly assured 
of what he had to say; but, in spite of his long preparation 
for this moment, there was the tremor of overmastering ex- 
citement in his voice. His passion shook him. He went on, 
but he did not say what he had meant to say. As he fixed 
his eyes on Tito again the passionate words were like blows — 
they defied premeditation. 


th.t hi. .night t,,, pUIow J^d v^T .^-^ ''« >»i« hud 
nied me." ^ "■" ^"•n I <i«me «g,in, he Je- 

uS! «d riiJX^ur^.:^ '^-"- --'--^ •«'■ 

It w., . moment of de,l;«Ton^f « k^"" " »'"'1'«*'". 
W«. the determ?„:Cto^;k«"'^!«'e<l all feeling i„ 
of e«o.p«. And he gathered conflH •°j"'"'8 f°' 'he chance 
which Baldasaarre w!S ,vZuv1h.T '"S ''" '«'*»«°» by 
pmoh the neck of tie luj "Vt J^""; ^\^ "^--ed ti 
hi. belt, while hi. lip. had b^Z to^, '^•' ?" "'"■"'>. into 
had never yet done L act of^„!^ '"""' ' '"s'^' ""d- He 
.maUeet animal that^?d uL?.^ "I' "'""""y "'"» t° the 
would have been capaW^ of <^J^' "'{i *'?' " ««' moment he 

^■SaVr rr^-l^^- -SeS" '""' '^^ • •'^• 

in .S:'ofruSrs5rTi"'^'*,,^"'-^° «-"»i. 

"oapany, felt relievedXr'the 1« !f .." "*' "'* °' 'J'' 
not political. * """^ o' the aoonwtion waa 

norenoe, but I knowTow tha^he ^h «"'°""t«'«d me in 
accompanied me and my aTlv- *^k ""''"' ''*'° y«ar. ago 

dismissed on accouneoKreLoSau """^^ ""^ ^ 
Nola. Even at that time I S.Ze h«^"T'"''^'"»P°''i 
'or, without any reason he h!i ''? """"^ ''as unhinged, 
Wdme, and^'ri°i^„:°X;t ' T^'' ^'''™^ 
a »uu»a which causes him to m°^^hV'"~"°«'""l" 
almdy attempted my lif, nee he^''?^''>'l''»«ty- He has 
C ^, "--tant danjer from hL ^iTw ^'°''°''«' '^" 
P% rather than of indignation it TJ" ".*" °''J'«* «' 





oomeTS for l^ie last month with the purpose of assassinating 
me; or how far it is probable that, if this man were my sec- 
ond father, I could have any motive for denying him. That 
story about my being rescued from beggary is the vision of a 
diseased brain. But it will be a satisfaction to me at least if 
yon will demand from him proofs of his identity, lest any 
malignant person should choose to make this mad impeach- 
ment a reproach to me." 

Tito had felt more and more confidence as he went on ; the 
lie was not so difficult when it was once begun ; and as the 
words fell easily from his lips, they gave him a sense of power 
such as men feel when they have begun a muscular feat suc- 
cessfully. In this way he acquired boldness enough to end 
with a challenge for proofs. 

Baldassarre, while he had been walking in the gardens and 
afterward awaiting in an outer room of the pavilion with the 
servants, had been making anew the digest of the evidence he 
would bring to prove his identity and Tito's baseness, recalling 
the description and history of his gems, and assuring himself 
by rapid mental glances that he could attest his learning and 
his travels. It might be partly owing to this nervous strain 
that the new shock of rage he felt as Tito's lie fell on his ears 
brought a strange bodily effect with it: a cold stream seemed 
to rush over him, and tiie last words of the speech seemed to 
be drowned by ringing chimes. Thought gave way to a dizzy 
horror, as if the earth were slipping away from under him. 
Every one in the room was looking at him as Tito ended, and 
saw that the eyes which had had such fierce intensity only a 
few minutes before had now a vague fear in them. He 
clutched the back of a seat, and was silent. 

Hardly any evidence could have been more in favor of Tito's 

"Surely I have seen this man before, somewhere," said 

" Certainly you have," said Tito, readily, in a low tone. 
"He is the escaped prisoner who clutched me on the steps of 
the Duomo. I did not recognize him then ; he looks now more 
as he used to do, except that he has a more unmistakable air 
of mad imbecility." 



BuiaTU ltur/a:^T,t^:'-V' said Be.ardo 
•ome positive teat of the faoi^' tZ, ^ "' "«''* *° '^''''^^ 

hesaid/afyouarethepe^tyouSLrj."/*" '^''™' 
less give some description of t^! t^ "*•' y"" <»° "Jonbt- 

Messer Tito-the chief rC, T ,1,; """'V-^a" one gem from 
of them is a fine sard, eSved J r* "" u" '"'"*''*'°°- 0°« 
H, as you allege, you a^eTL^ 7 *i"''J'"'* ^™"' Homer, 
of that ring, you crd^btU turn t'l*'^ "«''*^'^ °-°« 
Homer from which that subW^«?.v ^'t.'^'^ P'^^'ge in 
tost^ Melema? or have yorinythif^^^^^^ „ °° '"'' '"'<"'?' t^"*" 
lidity? The Jacopo you snr/of £ \""*8^ ^8"^'' *'» ^a- 

It was a fearful^oriS tL ' SL'"' ".^t°^"^" 
mmd told Wmthathewonldshaketleo^K- !''■''« '"•''"^ 
J he .id "No," he risked evT^tt ""^'bility of his story: 

of Baldassarre's ilhtaL %TiT ""^ ""'=*^'» «'*«°* 

Florentine Homer^ his Z'^ bT" '""^ ^**^ *« fi°e 
addressed, had turned hTs h»H . ^*^^«««'«. "hen he was 
ceUai beliivod thaHe i" 2r,^:i°;"l^' '^'^''' """i ««■ 
repeat what he had saif th^ th« ■ ^.""u ^"* ^^ "^ose to 
the test. ' *^** *''«^« ""igit be no mistake as to 

wiih'asuSt'fr^mS'e,'"' f^'"'" » «"« -ard, engraved 
aembling it in Messer S coition"" w^,"*'"' "* "" ^■ 

Horror p^XcedXlfeLZrof T '""^ ^"' -^««<^ 
i»g din in the earsCrtetartlv " °^i'°''^''''' """^ ""m- 

hin. : he was aware 4aTsomethW 'I °^ '^"* '"^ »«'<> to 
Wm to prove his ideftfty bTSfoTreH^"'*.'^'"'^''*'' ^-" 
the details. The si<rht of T. Ciu "* "" '**«'Mct idea of 
ing and faint hope £ he^ ^^ T^^"^ *^« ^«Mtual long- 
-ved toward r<£^£St:;' "«* "»<»-*-«•. -d h^ 





1' ; 



The book was open before him, and ha bent his head a litQe 
toward it, while everybody watched him eagerly. ^ He turned 
no leaf. His eyes wandered over the pages that lay before 
him, and then fixed on them a straining gaze. This lasted 
for two or three minutes in dead silenoe. Then he lifted his 
hands to each side of his head, and said, in a low tone of de- 
spair, "Lost, lostl" 

There was something so piteous in the wandering look and 
the low 017 that while they confirmed the belief in his mad- 
ness they raised oompassion . Kay, so distinct sometimes is 
the working of a double ■ iousuess within us, that Tito 
himself, while he triumpheu la the apparent verification of 
his lie, wished that he had never made the lie necessary to 

himself — wished he h^d recognized his father on the steps 

wished he had feone to seek him — wished everything had been 
different. But he had borrowed from the terrible usurer 
Falsehood, and the loan had mounted and mounted with the 
years, till he belonged to the usurer, body and soul. 

The compassion excited in all the witnesses was not with- 
out its danger to Tito ; for conjecture is constantly guided 
by feeling, and more than one person suddenly conceived that 
this man might have been a scholar and have lost his faculties. 
On the other hand, they had not present to their minds the 
motives which could have led Tito to the denial of his bene- 
factor, and having no iU-will toward him it would have been 
difficult to them to believe that he had been uttering the basest 
of lies. And the originally common t^pe of Baldassarre's 
person, coarsened by years of hardship, told as a confirmation 
of Tito's.lie. If Baldassarre, to begin with, could have uttered 
precisely the words he had premeditated, there might have 
been something in the form of his accusation which would 
have given it the stamp not only of true experience but of 
mental refinement. But there had been no ouch testimony in 
his impulsive agitated words; and there seemed the very op- 
posite testimony in the rugged face and the coarse hands that 
trembled beside it, standing out in strong contrast in the midst 
of that velret-olad, fair-handed company. 

His next movement, while he was being watched in silence, 
tdd against him too. He took his hands from his head, and 

■^' €€ :. 


"de. Glances were inteS-d L^"^ ""'/ "^P"" "» ^8 

Baldaasarre was Btiu SaT S1V"h " P."""*' ""'"■" 
was susceptible to 2 impt^?„^'"' "*•*« *" 'l^oh ^e 
Beet that foms no oonceS nf^^'w f^" '"™* '"^ ""■ "^ '°- 
He rose from his seata^d fnii ^l*** Prompting leads to. 

In two or ZTtZt^tMZ''^--\oiti,er^. 
said,— "^ures Kucellai came back again, and 

of 'IS'Ma^f^Sit^at'Z- ^T^'"'' ^- - 0- 
Matteo to the palac^ fo, T „* ^° you think of our sending 

l^m to the Sti^cW . If the "t °' "'1^ "^° """y ^"^ 
think there is, he will be safSrf- H ^""^' '° ''''^ « I 
lum to-niorro4.» ™' *°'^''« <»" Jnqui™ about 

mi assented, and the order was given. 

"Aufyo" s:;Was"atlS"* 't/'" ^'^ ^''-''-ni. 
And the t^ktur^T^«t^°"''i*'''™^y' M''^''""'?" 

the fierceness of X sol^A™ 'kT' ^''°-''' ^^^ 
jectnre unfaTorable to TitorhS h^ , *''" "*<*« "' «>»- 
any one present^ they were L^^ ^^"^ " "'«"'i°d of 

wia-outtheaid^f n.:L'd:;Ugta^a *" «"' 

looking, wild-eyed old man ol.H ,•„. . " ^''® oommon- 

Uef withou. ve'^y string eicei^r'^^f^* '"'^'' """^ "^ 
who was enWed and disliked a!' > ^^ *'^'"«'l » ^an 
and probable view of the case ^emLT'^fu""^^ congruous 
the unpleasant accuser saf^out olli^. '^".T """ '«°* 
antserviceable Tito just wKe wa^tL?' ''" "'^ P'""" 

Of a man who ^^^S'^^^^Tl^^'T'' ^^'"^^ 

^v^ one was wiUingno^efa ^^Z^STC^^r^-- 
Tie laiges; prison in JMoranoe. 




[ u 


Tito's heart was palpitating, and the wine tasted no better 
to him than if it had been blood. 

To-night he had paid a heavier price than ever to make 
himself safe. He did not like the price, and yet it was in- 
evitable that he should be glad of the purchase 

And after all he led the chorus. He was in a state of ex- 
citement in which oppressive sensations, and the wretched 
consciousness of something hateful but irrevocable, were 
mingled with a feeling of triumph which seemed to assert 
itself as the feeling that would subsist and be master of the 

And it waa master. For on the morrow, as we saw, when 
he was about to start on his mission to Borne, he had the aii 
of a man well satisfied with the world. 


' ■*!' 


Wbbn' Bomola sat down on the stone under the cypress, all 
things conspired to give her the sense of freedom and soli- 
tude: her escape from the accustomed walls and streets; the 
widening distance from her husband, who was by this time 
riding toward Siena, while every hour would take her farther 
on the opposite way; the morning stillness; the great dip of 
ground on the roadside making a gulf between her and the 
sombre cklm of the mountains. For the first time in her life 
she felt alone in the presence of the earth and sky, with no 
human presence interposing and making a law for her. 

Suddenly a voice close to her said, — 

"You are Romola de' Bardi, the wife of Tito Melema." 

She knew the voice : it had vibrated through her more than 
once before ; and because she knew it, she did Aot turn round 
or look up. She sat shaken by awe, and yet inwardly rebel- 
ling against the awe. It was one of those black-skirted monks 
who was daring to speak to her, and interfere with her 
privai^ ! that w^ all. And yet she was shaken, as if that 


speaker, whose ezamTl7"gl°l*^;n"' *° .'''"■' «' '•'o 
motionless, she said ~ resented. Sitting quite 

garb, and you have nn «iT • " ® P"* °" » religious 

the garb asTdisguL fc"" ^""P™'- ^""^ '"'-'' ""^g^ 
without being Xemed if '''? '',°* '"^f*'™'^ *° P'*^'' "•« 
were: it is deolareTto 1 tw ^" """^""^ *» «« ''^o you 

the lot God hS u^o^' Tou":ir "* r "^^ ^^- 

your true place in Uffto^be liidde " Tw ^^ *'"' "."^^ '^'^ 

izt:z Tdi^: -' Seri^^^e^^^^ 

da^^'*''^-''-''- ^^ 

tent"!: ei'thTLot T^"^ "'^'"- -«• --7 sen- 
of submissbrbeotuse t^: cf """"'' '"'* *° "^"'^ -"^ "•«» 
shaken made herCd WshTrT/,?' ^"^ ^^"^^ 
«he spoke with .oretiSortattir '" ' ^-^»*^- 

-nks^ intr^^rithLrSrr^V^tl^'' "^ ^-^-^^ -^ 
me." •^ actions. You have no power over 

ot2^^~iu:i z^rj^ """«'' "p - -o™ of 

fere with you : it is the tr^h Tl """^ '^° "''^"'^ t" i°t«r- 
cannot esofpe t Eir^S,*^"*"""."""'" ^''"- ^"^ y"" 
you, or you must dfsoty irLHt Ju If '^ '^'' '* "''' '^ 
weight of a chain which you ^i lZ\^« °" ?"" "'«> ">« 
obey it, my daughter W^^ ^ ^°™''*- 2"* ^ou will 
•*ith the mules; my «,ml2onf ''^"''^*7'" '«*«"» to you 
will go back to FW^S *°"*' *" **""' ^''"; "^d you 

^er.^'TtasV^iror:.^'!:- r r '•'^ 

^»e. ^^ewasnearlyastallashe^tlSei^flTS 

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almost on a level. She had started up with defiant words 
ready to burst from her lips, but they fell back again without 
utterance. She had met Fra Oirolamo's calm glance, and the 
impression from it was so new to her that her anger sank 
ashamed as something irrelevant. 

There was nothing transcendent in Savonarola's face. It 
was not beautiful. It was strong-featured, and owed all its 
refinement to habits of mind and rigid discipline of the body. 
The source of the impression his glance produced on Bomola 
was the sense it conveyed to her of interest in her and care for 
her apart from any personal feeling. It was the first time she 
had encountered a gaze in which simple human fellowship ex- 
pressed itself as a strongly felt bond. Such a glance is half 
the vocation of bhe priest or spiritual guide of men, and Bom- 
ola felt it impossible again to question his authority to speak 
to her. She stood silent, looking at him. And he spoke 

" You assert your freedom proudly, my daughter. But who 
is BO base as the debtor that thinks himself free? " 

There was a sting in those words, and Bomola's countenance 
changed as if a subtle pale flash had gone over it. 

" And you are flying from your debts : the debt of a Floren- 
tine woman; the debt of a wife. You are turning your back 
on the lot that has been appointed for you — you are going to 
choose another. But can man or woman choose duties? No 
more than they can choose their birthplace or their father and 
mother. My daughter, you are fleeing from the pcesenoe of 
Otod into tiie wilderness." 

As the anger melted from Bomola's mind, it had given 
place to a new presentiment of the strength there might be in 
submission, if this man, at whom she was beginning to look 
with a vague reverence, had some valid law to show her. But 
no— it was impossible ; he could not know what determined 
her. Yet she could not again simply refuse to be guided; she 
was constrained to plead ; and in her new need to be reverent 
while she resisted, the title which she had never given him 
before came to her lips without forethought. 

" My father, you cannot know the reasons which compel me 
to go. None can know them but myself. None can judge 

.Ja M ^ 



I We beea driven by gieat .orrow. I am pesolred 

for me. 
to go." 

not depend on S WUdr^You 1™ ^ '°"'7k''^' '^°«'' 

breaking a pledse Of wW .? ^ you-you are 

daught^. wb^y^rn ylX7Zn^S.roroTfce7 

the Chnrehwonld have toulf ''"«/"*y »* »t«grity, where 
but religion." ^''* ^°" *" ""> °°* «*«8"'y °nly. 

»stST' •'r^--XVo:^;era!^:.s 
:S S;.rrorcor:i^Sor" " ^ --« 

wliom you owe the debt of a fellow-citizen." 

1 should never have quitted Florpnna " ..;j u , 

you have^hved wzth thoee who sit on a hUl ^loIt.Zd^i 







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' 'i 

down on the lifa of their fellow-men. I know their vain dia- 
oourse. It ia of what has been in the times which they fill 
with theii own fancied wisdom, while they soorn Ood's work 
in the present. And doubtless you were taught how tt -e 
were pagan women who felt what it was to live for the i e- 
publio; yet you have never felt that you, a Florentine woman, 
should live for Florence. If your own people are wearing a 
yoke, will you slip from under it, instead of struggling with 
them to lighten it? There is hunger and misery in our streets, 
yet you say, 'I care not; I have my own sorrows; I will go 
away, if peradventure I can ease them.' The servants of God 
are struggling after a law of justice, peace, and charity, that 
the hundred thousand citizens among whom you were bom 
may be governed righteously ; but you think no more of this 
than if you were a bird, that may spread its wings and fly 
whither it will in search of food to its liking. And yet yon 
have scorned the teaching of the Church, my daughter. As 
if yon, a wilful wanderer, following your own blind choice, 
were not below the humblest Florentine woman who stretches 
forth her hands with her own people, and craves a blessing for 
them; and feels a close sisterhood with the neighbor who 
kneels beside her and is not of her own blood ; and thinks of 
the mighty purpose that Ood has for Florence; and waits and 
endures because the promised work is great, and she feels her- 
self little." 

"I was not going away to ease and self-indulgence," said 
Bomola, raising t:er head again, with a prompting to vindicate 
herself. " I was going away to hardship. I expect no joy : 
it is gone 'from my life." 

" You are seeking your own will, my daughter. You are 
seeking some good other than the law you are bound to obey. 
But how will you find good? It is not a thing of choice : it is 
a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne, and 
flows by the path of obedience. I say again, man cannot 
choose his duties. You may choose to forsake your duties, 
and choose not to have the sorrow they bring. But you will 
go forth; and what will you find, my daughter? Sorrow 
without duty — bitter herbs, and no bread with them." 

"But if you knew," said Bomola, clasping her hands and 


me ll^Z' ' *" ""^'"'^ •"»»•""« it weaed to 

by a stronger will and a 8toon^!f ""-doubt was grappled 

He paused', and she ieW ZcS rLlZ/rT" 
under a sudden impression of the wide SletTf '"i°« 
present and her Da.tM.lf xm! \ , ," '^*'^«en her 
{ravelled through^orl fi«^ "w.^ °' "^ •'«' J""! 
Frate'shandsl HrWetfin ^^ ""!* """^ *"« the 

Ud for W'^U ifhefyrg'^bLrets.'Irw'" t" " '* 
that helped all other Buhdnin» i„fl * ^'^ » thought 

movement, pr^wd «.™-^ ^ ?? " I"'"'' "^"'"ntary 
at him wi^h'rr'tut^S^l^ZL'" """"^ ""^ '-""^ 

within you, and vortehold J,- „ !, , '^'''^''^"'^•'«"'' 
the light of thatZe yolwm not „«1, ''°" 't"""-"""" "^ 
You have carried vourselTnT^,^? ««" your offering great, 
not of common bloTrS ^S rhor/hrblf toT" 

enoe? Then' si^oe tt^ 1 u ""**' ^^ ^"^ *° "'"J' i" Kor- 
without rellg on you 1^ n" w?^i y°" "« ''''"'"' » l»w, 
when she isirbed"^:? C—X'ST " '^'* °' *'^« *'''<» 




M the history of » graat ndamption in whioh he ii hlmwU k 
fellow-worker, in hit own place and among hia own peoplel 
If yen held that faith, my beloved daughter, you would not be 
a wanderer flying from suffering, and blindly seeking the good 
of a freedom which is lawlessness. You would feel that Flor- 
ence was the home of your soul as well as your birthplace, be- 
cause you would see the work that was given you to do there. 
If you forsake your place, who will fill it? You ought to be 
in your place now, helping in the great work by which Qod 
will purify Florence, and raise it to be the guide of the nations. 
WhatI the earth is full of iniquity— full of groans— the light 
is still struggling with a mighty darkness, and you say, 'I 
cannot bear my bonds; I will burst them asunder; I will go 
where no man claims me ' ? My daughter, every bond of your 
life is a debt: the right lies in the payment of that debt; it 
can lie nowhere else. In vain will you wander over the earth ; 
you will be wandering forever away from the right." 

Bomola was inwardly struggling with strong forces: that 
immense personal influence of Savonarola, which came from 
the energy of his emotions and beliefs; and her consciousness, 
surmounting all prejudice, that his wordn implied a higher 
law than any she had yet obeyed. But the resisting thoughts 
were not yet overborne. 

"How, then, could Bino be right? He broke ties. He 
forsook his place." 

" That was a special vocation. He was constrained to de- 
part, else he could not have attained the higher life. It would 
have been stifled within him." 

" And I too," said Bomola, raising her hands to her brow, 
and speaking in a tone of anguish, as if she were being dragged 
to some torture. " Father, you may be wrong." 

" Ask your conscience, my daughter. You have no voca- 
tion such as your brother had. You are a wife. You seek to 
break your ties in self-will and anger, not because the higher 
life calls upon you to renounce them. The higher life begins 
for U8, my daughter, when we renounce our own will to bow 
before a Divine law. That seems hard to you. It is the 
portal of wisdom, and freedom, and blessedness. And the 
symbol of it hangs before you. Tliat wisdom is the religiOB 


bafore the time when tht T.- ^^^'^ "*• "'•'' 'ho lived 
And that isyo^rl^l^^ SVLTrd'^H T ''""'^^■' 
doeed, and whoee eu is deaf t^ thl^ v Z^ ^^"^ '^^ •« 
•iflee their time. Wh.t h„ T '/"f'' "' °°^ ">»' »>«» •*« 
n.7 daughteT? It Ett^orji.^*^ 'if'""" '*°" '»' y-. 
bor. among whom y" dweirwrti™? ' ^T* '°' *''» '"'^H^' 
bj ^hioh Florence ^^to be r^. .!?" *." *'"' «'•«» ""k 
holy; it haa left yoa wUhout^ *** v""^ ^^^ '"" "«de 
quenche. the .en/eTSri/g SSTi^^h*'' ^''''"' "'» "^'o" 
growing love. And now whfn th. '^^'^'>"> »' «» e^w- 
■oul, you «iy, 'I will g^'aX^^ fl "I'*,^'" ?'•«»<» ^o" 
And yon think nothing'^ftteirror...^" ""^ ''°™'' 
within the walls of the oi?; ^e« " r'^,,""' '^"8 ^^at are 
your place empty, whenTSft: K iXr"''' '-<• 
•nd your labor. If there ia wi«t J^ mied w,th your pity 
•teps should shine with the h„htrfn'^»i° ^' "'"**•' '"^ 
of angniah, you, my <ku„hLTL ^""^i ^ **" >• » <»7 

of thec:;:.L:jd Ltfit'st^^.^ri?!."""""^^ 
sSTi-if' -- -- a'"n:twSh^;°re»[; 


which had abea^dv been ^^^.iT- V "''''"? '■"■ »uffering, 
voice had bro^ i nTw c^r^^ ."^ ^'^ »" ""'"^ 
it seem impoedble to hlr ttaf h« "'*°,i" " '"«. 'bich mad! 
"he had not heard it vet at !). ^\ "'"^ «° °° ''*^ '"7 « « 
-Ae must take, but 'sS 'Sxtw ^' ""-'' ''^ '*'''"'• P"* 
A^d the instiiictive Z^nkS f^ 1 h°' '"''. "'" ""«"• 
brought doubts. She to™I^* v* "'""' ' ' *"«"• J-wband 

!-o a„d sto^S for'aSrCXh''°? "^ «'™- 
wg clasped before her litl ? J ^'^ ''" ''^^ds hang- 

if the wC wrrriSgw^n'/ftth ^' 'r, "'"' 'P°''«' « 
ground. * ^^* ^^ '^«'"' still looking on the 

My hnsband hn i. j. 

"My daughter, there .rLd ofT^L^^C'"... 

j^^wiciBi'^jtir #'ii,>^ *r 


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riitge U not ««ni*l only, made tor sdfldk ddlght. Bm ^hrt 
thftt thought lend! you to I It l«wl« you to wandM twty in % 
Um g»rb from all the obligationi of your pl»oe and n»me. 
Th»t would not have bwin, if yon h»d learned that it U » 
lacrameotal vow, from which none but God can releaee you. 
My daughter, youi life U not as a grain of land, to be Uown 
by the winda-, it ii a thing of fleeh and blood, that diee if it 
be sundered. Your husband is not a malefactor? " 

BomoU started. "HeaTen forbid I No; I accuse hun of 


" I did not suppose he was a malefactor. I meant, that if 
he were a malefactor, your place would be in the prison beside 
him. My daughter, if the cross comes to you as a wife, you 
must carry it as a wife. You may say, 'I will forsake my 
husband,' but yon cannot cease to be a wife." 

"Yet if— oh, how could I bear " Bomola had involnn- 

tarUy begun to say something which she sought to banish 
from her mind again. 

" Make your marriage-sorrows an offering too, my daugnter : 
an offering to the great work by which sin and sorrow are 
being made to cease. The end is sure, and is already begin- 
ning. Here in Florence it is beginning, and the eyes of faith 
behold it. And it may be our blessedness to die for it : to die 
daily by the crucifixion of our selfish will— to die at last by 
laying our bodies on the altar. My daughter, you are a chUd 
of Florence ; fulfil the duties of that great inheritance. Live 
for Florence— for your own people, whom God U preparing to 
bless the earth. Bear the anguish and the smart. The iron 
is sharp— I know, I know— it rends the tender flesh. The 
draught is bitterness on the lips. But there is rapture in the 
cup— there is the vision which makes all life below it drosi 
forever. Come, my daughter, come back to your placel " 

While Savonarola spoke with growing intensity, his arms 
tightly folded before him still, as they had been from the fost, 
but his face alight as from an inward flame, Bomola felt her- 
seU surrounded and possessed by the glow of his passionate 
faith. The chill doubts all melted away ; she was subdued by 
th. flsnss of something nnspeakably great to which she was 
being caUed by a strong being who roused a new strength 



witbin hemlf. 

• -aiftn MtcK. 

I .hould go on^d to Flo°e„o...^ *' °"^-- " ^ «"« *** 
Bomola aroM from her kn«u ti,.* i . 

«t SnenoLetarCr retlv. to :l\'°'r'-K. ^^ "»• °" 
•wmed »> utterly bniiJj rt?f ^ '? ,\H' '""'*"'l' »"« '^ 

«aw Masoand the second nnmfT '^ ^ */*" °^ ''" o""'. •"d 
toward her on the ^ge of^he^Tlff f "« "'"' '^•'" ^^ 
but she lookedat SavoL^ll !™ '^,"* *^ ^"'^* '«»» her; 
order to M Jto 1^ S* tS'^L''*^;" ' »r^«. « « th^ 
j^^ ™rn oaok muit oome from him and not from 

.piT" f^d""' S t^LLtd"'' '""""^« ^« «•-- «" 

Brotheiwho iawTtTrnT^rH^""'."'^ '''"«^*«'' *° «■« 
guidance, and to W that^"J "•.*°J"' ^'"^'^^ ""<>« 

confide." "»e«n«n of San Marco, in whom I most 

B^moCfXl.'r^'"' ^''^•"' "-* ^°-' ^»*^»." --i 
"Myd.„ghter,Idonotacta.aconfe«K.r. The vocation 






I have withdraws me from offices that would f oree me into 
frequent contact with the laity, and interfere with my special 

" Then shall I not be able to speak to you in private? if I 

waver, if " Romola broke off from rising agitation. She 

felt a sudden alarm lest her new strength in renunciation 
should vanish if the immediate personal influence of Savo- 
narola vanished. 

" My daughter, if your soul has need of the word in private 
from my lips, you will let me know it through Fra Salvestro, 
and I will see you in the sacristy or in the choir of San Marco. 
And I will not cease to watch over you. I will instruct my 
brother concer^ing you, that he may guide you into that path 
of labor for the sufEering and the hungry to which you are 
called as a daughter of Florence in these times of hard need. 
I desire to behold you among the feebler and more ignorant 
sisters as the apple-tree among the trees of the forest, so that 
your fairness and all natural gifts may be but as a lamp 
through which the Divine light shines the more purely. I 
will go now and call your servant." 

When Maeo had been sent a little way in advance, Fra Sal- 
vestro came forward, and Savonarola led Bomola toward him. 
She had beforehand felt an inward shrinking from a new 
guide who was a total stranger to her: but to have resisted 
Savonarola's advice would have been to assume an attitude of 
independence at a moment when all her strength mus*: be 
drawn from the renunciation of independence. And the whole 
bent of her mind now was toward doing what was painful 
rather than what was easy. She bowed reverently to Fra 
Salvestro before looking directly at him; but when she raised 
her head and saw him fully, her reluctance became a palpi- 
tating doubt. There are men whose presence infuses trust 
and reverence; there are others to whom we have need to 
carry our trust and reverence ready-made : and that difference 
flashed on Bomola as she ceased to have Savonarola before 
her, and saw in his stead Fra Salvestro Maruffi. It was not 
that there was anything manifestly repulsive in Fra Salvestro's 
face and manner, any air of hypocrisy, any tinge of coarseness ; 
his face was handsomer than Fra Girolamo's, hia person a 



large experience as a spiritual director R„f w. 7 v^ . 

•»_i. • . ^' ■"* Salvestro had a oeouliar li.Kii 

ui lueir age. For of these two there can be no Question whini, 

was the great man and which the small ^ '"'' 

The difference between them was measured very aocnratelv 

X her fi^ '°"^' °*. «^°t»«°° and encourageZ^r 

a^. ":HriS.rmt.::^'oftinji£7- 

Closing of the gray clouds over the sunrise, which made h«r 
returning path monotonous and sombre 

aftt'ti^H!"'^%°' •!!! '"""''™ P"*^" *^'" °" '''^ich we go back 

^^^l^^^ II "f" * "'r* "^°'"*^°'' " **« ""^ that m^t 
severely tests the fervor of renunciation As th^^ « «„* j 

ae city gate, the light snow-flakes iSl a^ut t2^ ""°1t 

tte gray sister walked hastily homeward from tte Pi^ ^ 

San Marco, and trod the bridge again, and turned fnTt£ 



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lazge door in the Via de' Bardi, her footsteps were mwkad 
darkly on the thin caipet of snow, and her cowl fell laden and 
damp about her face. 

She went up to her room, threw off her serge, destroyed the 
parting letters, replaced all her pTeoious trifles, unbound her 
hair, and put on her usual black dress. Instead of taking a 
long exciting journey, she was to sit down in her usual place. 
The snow fell against the windows, and she was alone. 

She felt the dreariness, yet her courage was high, like that 
of a seeker who has come on new signs of gold. She was 
going to thread life by a fresh clew. She had thrown all the 
energy of her will into renunciation. The empty tabernacle 
remained looked, and she placed Dino's crucifix outside it. 

Nothing broke the outward monotony of her solitary home, 
till the nighii came like a white ghost at the windows. Yet it 
was the most memorable Christmas Eve in her life to Bomola, 
this of 1494. 




It was the thirtieth of October, 1496. The sky that mom- 
mg was clear enough, and there was a pleasant autumnal 
T!^:^. , '. t^' Florentines just then thought very little 
about the land breezes; they were thinking of the gales at sea. 
which seemed to be uniting with all other powers to disprova 
the Frate's declaration that Heaven took special care of Plor- 


For those terrible gales had driven away from the coast of 
L^horn certain ships from Marseilles, freighted with soldiery 
and com; and Florence was in the direst need, first of fooi 
and secondly of fighting men. Pale Famine was in her streets 
and her territory was threatened on aU ita borders 

For the French king, that new Charlemagne, who had en- 
tered Italy m anticipatory triumph, and ha.3 conquered Naples 
without the least trouble, had gone away aga^n fifteen months 
ago, md was even, it was feared, in his grief for the loss of a 
new-bom son, losing the languid intention ot coming back 
again to redrras grievances and set the Church in order A 
league had been formed against him-a Holy League, with 
Pope Borgia at its head-to "drive out the barbarians," who 
still garrisoned the fortress of Naples. That had a patriotic 
sound; but, looked at more closely, the Holy League seemed 
very much like an agreement among certain wolves to drive 
away al) other wolves, and then to see which among them- 
salves could snatch the largest share of the prey. And there 
was a general disposition to regard Florence not e3 a fellow- 
wolf, but rather as a desirable carcass. Florence, therefore. 








of all the chief Italian States, had alone declined to join the 
League, adhering still to the French alliance. 

She had declined at her peril. At this moment Fisa, still 
fighting savagely for liberty, was being encouraged not only 
by strong forces from Venice and Milan, but by the presence 
of the German Emperor Maximilian, who had been invited by 
the League, and was joining the Pisans with such troops as he 
had in the attempt to get possession of Leghorn, while the 
coast was invested by Venetian and Genoese ships. And if 
Leghorn should fall into the bands of the enemy, woe to Flor- 
ence! For if that one outlet toward the sea were closed, 
hedged in as she was on the land by the bitter ill-will of the 
Pope and the jealousy of smaller States, how oould succors 
reach her? 

The government of Florence had shown a great heart in this 
urgent need, meeting losses and defeats with vigorous effort, 
raising fresh money, raising fresh soldiers, but not neglecting 
the good old method of Italian defence — conciliatory embassies. 
And while the scarcity of food was every day becoming greater, 
they had resolved, in opposition to old precedent, not to shut 
out the starving country people, and the mendicants driven 
from the gates of other cities, who came flocking to Florence 
like birds from a land of snow. 

These acts of a government in which the disciples of Sa- 
vonarola made the strongest element were not allowed to pass 
without criticism. The disaffected were plentiful, and they 
saw clearly that the government took the worst course for the 
public welfare. Florence ought to join the League and make 
common cause with the other great Italian States, instead of 
drawing down their hostility by a futile adherence to a foreign 
ally. Florence ought t.o take care of her own citizens, instead 
of opening her gates to famine and pestilence in the shape of 
starvmg contadini and alien mendicants. 

Every day the distress became sharper: every day the 
murmurs became louder. And, to crown the difficulties of the 
government, for a month and more — in obedience to a man- 
date from Rome- Fra Girolamo had ceased to preach. But 
on the arrival of the terrible news that the ships from Mar- 
seilles had been driven back, and that no com was coming, the 


Duomok and hLdTld thet»^r^ f^"" ^^ P">P'* °* tk' 
and t,^ DiviteTwrM^ttCn.r '"'^ "^ '^"'^"* 

pxe^ «.d citizenship, God'^id nT'orS'^ete'"''" "' 
»o!j.:?Se "SrCS °' '"• ""^"'Mhe™ were 
nea m devout procession to the Duomo that Mnfi,., • v ■ 

within their waUs. aTah.T^^'rj , "^ ^^ P"**"* ™a«e 

Florence.^ fraternities, trades, and authorities of 

But the Pitying Mother had not yet entered within the 



walls, and the morning aioae on nnohanged miMry and de- 
spondency. Pestilence was hovering in the track of famine. 
Not only the hospitals were full, but the courtyards of private 
houses had been turned into refuges and infirmaries ; and still 
there was unsheltered want. And early this morning, as usual, 
members of the various fraternities who made it part of their 
duty to bury the unfrimded dead, were bearing away the 
corpses that had sunk by the wayside. Aa usual, sweet 
womanly forms, with the refined air and carriage of the well- 
bom, but in the plainest garb, were moving about the streets 
on their daily errands of tending the sick and relieving the 
hungry. ^ 

One of these forms was easily distinguishable as Bomola de 
Bardi. Clad in the simplest garment of black serge, with a 
plain piece of black drapery drawn over her head, so 's to 
hide all her hair, except the bands of gold that rippled apart 
on her brow, she was advancing from the Ponte Vecchio 
toward the Per' Santa Maria— the street in a direct line with 
the bridge — when she found her way obstructed by the paus- 
ing of a bier, which was being carried by members of the com- 
pany of San Jacopo del Popolo, in search for the unburied 
dead. The brethren at the head of the bier were stooping to 
examine something, while a group of idle workmen, with fea- 
tures paled and sharpened by hunger, were clustering around 
and all talking at once. 

"He's dead, I tell you I Meaaer Domeneddio has loved 
him well enough to take him." 

" Ah, and it would be well for us all if we could have our 
lags stretched out and go with our heads two or three bracci 
foremost! It's ill standing upright with hunger to prop 

"Well, well, he's an old fellow. Death has got a poor 
bargain. Life's had the best of him." 

"And uo Florentine, ten to one I A beggar turned out of 
Siena. San Giovanni defend us! They've no need of sol- 
diers to fight us. They send us an army of starving men." 

"No, no! This man is one of the prisoners turned out of 
the Stinche. I know by the gray patch where the prison 
badge was." 


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K^eepquietl Lend a hand t n^^'* 
"« going to lift him on the Wer? " ^°° "** *^ ^"^"^ 

warm if ""* °°^y »<>«>? of »«.„««rfa to 

wh^}hrh;^'^r.?crthS: -^fr^: ^"-"-"^ 

sunk down for want of food " ^ perhaps only 

wrVhTiit:,'-r;r:ii7a:k' r j^-^-^ --^"^ 

her belt, and, leaning toward7h« . "^''^ ^^^ ""^ed at 
band she applied a 8m^r^o%t.SZ''?J~'y' ^''^ > ^"^^ 
and poured into the mouth a f^^^i"?* ^*'"''"' ">« teeth, 
«ted: the wine was evMeutinwXwe/"'^^ ^''^ """'^l^ 
faU the head was moved a h«le tew.!! u ^^^ P°"«<* "O". 
the old man opened full ^^nC^^tt'' '^^ f' ''^^ «>* 
turning consciousness '*" ''*8°« ^°ok of re- 

deep-lmed face, with the whTS wt7 "* *^' '"'"°^' 
•«•">, were like an unmistat«w« ' "'' ^^ """^ 'ong 
l.«Kiwriting. Th7lS.To^twi '"*°"'"" to a remembered 
i»^e any fainter Xol^^ '^^'""^ ""* ""'<^"' *"■" 
«»aped prisoner, whom sTetad ^ri^k'^l ^"^^ "^ ""» 
when Tito first wore the armor aTwh ^'""° '•"« '''J' 

with terror in the strange s^tc^^h! ^^ ^""^ ^''o '"« P»le 
A wretched tremor Td pZ tetl « ^^ "f" i" Rero's studio, 
perhaps, she was g„in„ toT^l ""^ '"'"• ^°^ »* lasti 
more bitter than aTtha^ h^H """.' '*""' "'"'''' "-istt te 
pulse to dart away as ;^^^ ^L ^T "'"•' '''' ^ ^■ 
more imperious need to keen pI™1 k ^f • '' *"^ agai", » 
whom, the divination of keen r.,^ *'i',^'''« °^ «■'» °W man 
had injured. In the vej. LSnt^ff ^ ' ^"' '*' ''"'^'^'J 
eaned toward him and ke^t he^ rlh! . ", '""'^''=' "''« «»'" 
ister more wine, while her 1.1 ^ ^*'"* ™"^y to admin- 
Her hands trembS but hdr hT. ^/^ '""'«' *>" "'"t- 
would have served to Se the J't^'/Vr'''"8 helpfulness 
thought. ^ *""" ''•*''°"t the direction of her 

Balda^^rre w. lookingat ^ for the first time. The close 


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Moliuioii in which BomoU'a troable h«d kept her io the — tkl 
preoeding her flight and hie eneet had denied him the op- 
portunity he had sought of seeing the Wife who lived in the 
Viade' Bardi; and at this moment the descriptions he had 
heard of the fair golden-haired woman were all gone, like 
yesterday's waves. 

"Will it not be well to carry him to the steps of San 
Stefano7 " said Bomola. " We shall cease then to stop up the 
street, and you can go on your way with your bier." 

They had only to move onward for about thirty yards before 
reaching the steps of San Stefano, and by this time Baldassarre 
was able bimsejlf to make some efforts toward getting off the 
bier, and propping himself on the steps against the church 
doorway. The charitable brethren passed on, but the group 
of interested spectators, who had nothing to do, and much to 
say, had considerably increased. The feeling toward the old 
man was not so entirely friendly now it was quite certain 
that he was alive, but the respect inspired by Bomola's pres- 
ence caused the passing remarks to be made in a rather more 
subdued tone than before. 

" Ah, they gave him his morsel every day in the Stinche — 
that's why he can't do so well without it. You and I, Cecoo 
know better what it is to go to bed fasting." 

" Gnaffi/ that's why the Magnificent Eight have turned 
out some of the prisoners, that they may shelter honest peo- 
ple instead. But if every thief is to bt) brought to life with 
good wine and wheaten bread, we Ciompi had better go and 
fill ourselves in Arno while the water's plenty." 

Bomola had seated herself on the steps by Baldassarre, and 
was saying, " Can you eat a little bread now? perhaps by and 
by you will be able, if I leave it with you. I must go on, 
because I have promised to be at the hospital. But I will 
come back if you will wait here, ai^d then I will take you to 
some shelter. Bo you understand? Will you wait? I will 
come back." 

He looked dreamily at her, and repeated her words, " oomo 
back." It was no wonder that his mind was enfeebled by 
his bodily exhaustion, but she hoped that he apprehended 
her me&ning. She oonned her bssk^'*^ whinh wag fi11«H 




J2^^pi«« Of «>ft b«.d, «d put », <rf u,, p.^ ^J^ 

who h«i elbowed hi. wfy ito S- ' ' "^ °*«^'-«P 

— circle that was pr^C.^^^! 'Z^' ''^'' "^ »?«»»• to™ 

, "It anybody Un^Tn/r^*^^. "nf.°° ^""°'•• 

•lone. He's better off Seo^e X'~ 1^^ "''' '" ''^ 

aohs and no breakfast." ^ '^" ^ ""»''•■'» »tom- 

oou'ri^ThSlL^Jte^fdV^if- ' T** *° '»'"'' ■''" • «"» to en- 
^Jn. l4aTrir„7re5,-r '-^ - "^^ against 

yo^^rintL'^lf/ntrtb? ''"I'' •'^"^'^'" "•<1 • 
«gn. of want « "he ftal j^^''' "''r ^-^ "howed no 

like Saint Anthony, .Id he^, Sn^lVT^'r *° ^ ^"^ 
"«de to feed the epar«,wraV?J^*'^'J""'^"'V''«'" 
was made to feed siTsIlt^^ I!'^ «~"* Korentine citizen 
Bologna. Madonna, ^ert^ is ^a^^^'T" *"•» ^">"° <" 
going to thiow away her «liL«H'°"'/"«°''°«= 'he's not 
Kot^^ the Frate's /-ph^":?,^^^,^?"-' ''''^-'' '^o'- 

".much, we're hTS ^^Jy"" ' '"*^^ *^ -• W" *«* 

gaSiTi" Sri'^e^VT" ""'- """"* "' '^- 
Bomola. She had b^n Zing frot^t« H^w r«*" «•""•» 
««P,. into which she pnt the^fceTb^^." ' "^^ ^°™ 
It with wine, and hitherto 9h«>?/ . '^^ J"'' moistened 
But now she roTto herTee^^H r^'fP*"'^ *° '"^*««»- 
stinctively the men who we« ^^^f J""""^ »' """"■ In- 
aUtUe. as if their rude n^^t *° h« P«hed backward 
hind. Bomola held "ut the^w ,";! ^! '■"■'* »* "><"« bo- 
night-cap, looking at hLwiSln ^"^ *" ''''' "•»" •" *»>• 
«« she said.- "'^"^"'"'y'eproaeh in her glance, 

to "d7Z l"Z\ryT:m ^7' '"'^ ^- "•- »■"> power 
«d children. You a^S n.^^ .T.^tf 1.^"^ -'^. --- 
»-S« Wause you are strong, .ouWe 47^;^';^ 






•Terything from the weak. You can taks the braad from thU 
basket; but I shall watch by this old man; I shall resist joxa 
taking the bread from Aim." 

For a few momeuts there was perfeot silence, while Bomola 
looked at the faces before her, and held out the basket of 
bread. Her own pale face had the slightly pinched look and 
the deepening of the eye-socket which indicate unusual fasting 
in the habitnally temperate, and the large direct gazu of her 
hazel eyes was all the more impressiTe. 

The man in the night-cap looked rather silly, and backed, 
thrusting his elbow into his neighbor's ribs with an air of 
moral rebuke. The backing was general, every one wishing 
to imply that iie had been pushed forward against his will; 
and the young man in the fine cloth tunic had disappeared. 

But at this moment the armed servitors of the Signoria, 
who had begun to patrol the line of streets through which the 
procession was to pass, came up to disperse the group which 
was obstructing the narrow street. The man addressed as 
Cecoo retreated from a threatening mace up the church steps, 
and said to Bomola, in a respectful tone, — 

" Madonna, if yon want to go on your errands, I'll take care 
of the old man." 

Ceooo was a wild-looking figure: a very ragged tunic, made 
shaggy and variegated by cloth-dust and clinging fragments 
of wool, gave relief to a pair of bare lx>ny arms and a long 
sinewy neck; his square jaw shaded by a bristly black beard, 
his bridgeless nose and low forehead, made his face look as 
if it had been crushed down for purposes of packing, and a 
narrow piece of red rag tied over his ears seemed to assist in 
the compression. Bomola looked at him with some hesitation. 

"Don't distrust me, madonna," said Gecco, who understood 
her look perfectly ; " I am not so pretty as you, but I've got 
an old mother who eats my porridge for me. What I there's 
a heart inside me, and I've bought a candle for the most Holy 
Virgin before now. Besides, see there, the old fellow is eat- 
ing his sop. He's hale enough: he'll be on his legs as well 
as the best of us by and by." 

" Thank you for offering to take care of him, friend," sai . 
Bomola, rather penitent for her doubting glance. Than lea i- 

rta UW8EEW lUDowNA. aar 

^^^^„ ", «!« wia, i^y w«it for me Ull I oom» 

MathH^ ia the Puw di 8tt M«^ ' '"'P'*^ *^ 8m 



th. river. wluoh.hnlh^';r.ot:'H':''";'™"'* ^""^ 

i"g to h«ten Ssi^^i! 1'""^ i^''* bridge, intend- 
•Ir-Kied to know moTe aZ^hi^ T^\ "^ Baldwaarre. She 

But when she aDMo«3 ?! °" "•"" "'«'» "PO" !>». 

Ponte Veoohio on^^ left .h^* ^"1 "«''* ''""* »"d the 

-wdwhoeuddenlyw 'o^iS'r"."^"^'-" ^ » 
knelt with them. The Crom w». ' • ^ '^'' "»°'«<^'*'ely 
of the Duomo-whioh hel^T. P'""""*-"'" Great Croi 
later than she had elve.X}^ Pfocewion. Bomola wa. 
the prooewion had S A,^ T '^'' """' ^"i* «" 
the Croas had ^pC^ ti \''~"'' ^'""^ ''<" ^nees, when 
with nothing to do'S^nie"':.^' "^ *° » ^'-'l^g P^'ture. 
fatigue than ahe had beTwhTlf !>. IT! '"»"«'"»'' of her 
-Pie^. A BhopkeeXtlVdtaif _'"" ^'''^^ -" 

« hi. door close at h^d W 1"""* '° H' ^°""'- ««« 
he love. God and the Zt Jtlao %";'/" ^°"- ^«*' 

Bomola wa. aoouatomed n"w to t »^h ^ " y°""" 
Ml way by ordinary oitiLnrwh^„ / '""* "» *■" ^™'<«- 
from her luivinT^en S . T ^f*" ''*'•' *"""'" *» her 
idaanf J, T J •" oonstantlv n the Ih-orsi Ti, 

■dea of home had come to be identified forher C^ithS 



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house in the Via de' Bardi, where she sat in frequent loneli- 
ness, than with the towered circuit of Florence, where there 
was hardly a turn of the streets at which dhe was not greeted 
with looks of appeal or of friendliness. She was glad enough 
to pass through the open door on her right hand and be led 
by the fraternal hose-vender to an upstairs-window, where a 
stout woman with three children, all in the plain garb of 
Piagnoni, made a place for her with much reverence above the 
bright hanging draperies. From this corner station she could 
see, not only the procession pouring in solemn slowness be- 
tween the lines of houses on the Ponte Vecohio, but also the 
river and the Lung* Amo on toward the bridge of the Santa 

In sadness and in stillness came the slow procession. Kot 
even a wailing chant broke the silent appeal for mercy : there 
was only the tramp of footsteps, and the faint sweep of 
woollen garments. They were young footsteps that were 
passing when Bomola first looked from the window — a long 
train of the Florentine youth, bearing high in the midst of 
them the white image of the youthful Jesus, with a golden 
glory above his head, standing by the tall cross where the 
thorns and the nails lay ready. 

After that train of fresh beardless faces came the mysteri- 
ons-looking Companies of Discipline, bound by secret rules to 
self -chastisement, and devout praise, and special acts of piety ; 
all wearing a garb which concealed the whole head and face 
except the eyes. Every one knew that these mysterious forms 
were Florentine citizens of various ranks, who might be seen 
at ordinary times going about the business of the shop, the 
counting-house, or the State; but no member now was dis- 
cernible as son, husband, or father. They had dropped their 
personality, and walked as symbols of a common vow. Each 
company had its color and its badge, but the garb of all was a 
complete shroud, and left no expression but that of fellowship. 
In comparison with them, the multitude of monks seemed 
to be strongly distinguished individuals, in spite of the com- 
mon tonsure and the common frock. First crme a white 
stream of reformed Benedictines; and then a mnch longer 
Eitream of the Frati Minori, or Franciscans, in that age all clad 


in gray, with the knotted cord roanH rt.i, „.- •_ 

ree.,— perhaps the moet numerous order in Wn^^n. • 

their gains to ad'o^ S.S; Moir """^^ '"'° '°"°°'' 
of black and white coming oveV the brid°e TZT '''T 


ve.,co;rii xrt^Lrrm^ti s^c 
2a^i;!!f^^ef hr,r;ih ^T ^^^"^^^^^^^^ 



were passing. The movement of silent homage spread ; it 
went along the sides of the streets like a subtle shock, leaving 
some unmoved, while it made the most bend the kne»and bow 
the head. But the hatred, too, gathered a more intense ex- 
pression; and as Savonarola passed up the Por* Santa Maria, 
Bomola could see that some one at an upper window spat 
upon him. 

Monks again — Frati tJmiliati, or Humbled Brethren, from 
Ognissanti, with !i glorious tradition of being the earliest work- 
ers in the wool-trade ; and again more monks — Vallombrosan 
and other varieties of Benedictines, reminding the instructed 
eye by niceties of form and color that in ages of abuse, long 
ago, reformers had arisen who had marked a change of spirit 
by a change of garb; till at last the shaven crowns were at an 
end, and there came the train of untonsured, secular priests. 

Then followed the twenty-one incorporated Arts of Florence 
in long array, with their banners floating above them in proud 
declaration that the bearers had their distinct functions, from 
the b'Aers of bread to the judges and notaries. And then all 
the secondary oGBcers of State, beginning with the less and 
going on to the greater, till the line of seoularities was broken 
by the Canons of the Duomo, carrying a sacred relic — the very 
head, enclosed in silver, of San Zenobio, immortal bishop of 
Florence, whose virtues were held to have saved the city per- 
haps a thousand years before. 

Here was the nucleus of the procession. Behind the relic 
came the archbishop in gorgeous cope, with canopy held above 
him; and after him the mysterious hidden Image— hidden 
first by rich curtains of brocade enclosing an outer painted 
tabernacle, but within this, by the more ancient tabernacle 
which had never been opened in the memory of living men, 
or the fathers of living men. In that inner shrine was the 
image of the Pitying Mother, found ages ago in the soil of 
L'Impruneta, uttering a cry as the spade struck it. Hitherto 
the unseen Image had hardly ever been carried to the Duomo 
without having rich gifts borne before it. There was no re- 
citing the list of precious offerings made by emulous men and 
commrnities, especially of veils and curtains and mantles. 
But the richest of all these, it was said, had been given by a 


poor abbess and her nuns whn »,»„• 
materiaU, wove a mantle^f M^ \ f » "" """"y *» b»y 
embroidered it and £ed ifttth r^" '"'^ """^ P^^e". 
«w their work presently t 'the' BlS'd^^'' ••"^i. ^*"^' 
Piazza by two beautiful vouth8%,hi . ^i *^ "" *• «««* 
and ranished in the blue ^'^ °"* ^^''^ ^i"8» 

JltSertoTZ^^r "^ "^""^ ^'^ *»'--•- 

had been the advice of fTot^ZTT *" '^'J""'- "^^^ 
insisted on gifts to the invisi^Ww' w ^T'^'"' "«^" 
visible need; and altars had tfrS '"«"'^ °° ^"'P 'o 
front of the churches, on whkh the^hi .• T P"^" ^ 
were deposited. Not even a toth "°'"' ^°' '^^ P°or 

hidden Mother oared Cforto^h, "^^ 'J^^' S^^l/the 
wail of the hunp^ peoDle m^ ""^ ''"^'' ^'"^ f°^ the 
had done her r^i^.S^or^'^r T, ^ "'^*"»"^-- »he 
that was not in her L^^po^^f/ '^^'"'' ^o^o-nething divine 

^*i% It itsTrofTertl^l'^^' '•''P -"^^ - 
to their faith in the Rate's wZl-^ T^ "l^Si"* -"o™ 
^tnes of the unseen Ima« Bu??h«™ "" *""" ^ "»• 
the fieree-hearted who thonf^V .T»k " ''*" """ » ^^^ of 
Urate's word n.ightL^Sd*^'^e """' "'i<>>-^that the 

Slowly the tabernacle moved forwarrl .n^ t 
There was profound stilhieVs f^Tlf- ^^ T ""^^ •*"*" 
ohaplainsfroniL'Inipnmetestir,lH "^ "^ ^"'^*^ «"d 

ers. The prooessioT^Ct^ T ^T ^ *" ""'''"t- 
the Gonfaloniere- a.e wT- • ^ ""' '"*^ *^« P™" and 
which have Cr\£tic" --P-- ^ ^^"■•»'^' 
8tir» it, was passing out of L^t . i^^ """"^ as a chorus 
hope was all that stfugried wfthl^ T */*'°* ^"''^ 
Bomola, ivhose heMVh Jl;«^'','^,"|f '"T'^ 'J«''P°ndency 
boding. hfOf with H^a?in^^■^?'^'"^«' balf with fore- 
of the^ «UwTt^ hadtL?™ "^ ?"'"'''^P ^^'o'" the We 
Bciousness of co'sZe SaTaS "d wtl'" '" "" *•■« «»"- 
sigh, as at the end of some W ™«nf ,! ?°*°' ^^^ » •J**? 
on her knees for venr7^L° * ZT *?r"' '^^ '"^^ 
from between the Z^Td l^J- f'^'l^'ly there flashed 
'"^ht-colored. In ICZ^t^X':^-^^^ 



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Btretohed out her armi, leaning from the windo*", while the 
black drapery fell from her head, and the golden gleam of her 
hair and the flush in her face seemed the effect of bne illu- 
mination, A shout arose in ihe same instant; the last troopa 
of the procession paused, and all faces wero turned toward 
the distant bridge. 

But the bridge was passed now : the horseman was pressing 
at full gallop along by the Arnoj the sides of his bay horse, 
]U8t streaked with foam, looked all white from swiftness; 
his cap was flying loDse by his red beochetto, and he waved 
an olive branch in his hand. It was a messenger — a messen- 
ger of good tidings! The blessed olive branch spoke afar off. 
But the impatient people could not wait. They rushed to 
meet the on-comer, and seized his horse's rein, pushing and 
trampling. > 

And now Bomola could see that the horseman was her 
husband, who had been sent to Pisa a few days before on a 
private embassy. The recognition brought no new flash of joy 
into her eyes. She had checked her first impulsive attitude 
of expectation; but her governing anxiety was still to know 
what news of relief had come for Florence. 

"Good news!" "Best news!" "News to be paid with 
hose (novelle da oolite) 1 " were the vague answers with which 
Tito met the importunities of the crowd, nntil he had suc- 
ceeded in pushing on his horse to the spot at the meeting of 
the ways where the Gonfaloniere and the Priors were awaiting 
him. There he paused, and, bowing low, said, — 

" Magnificent Signori! I have to deliver to you the joyful 
news that the galleys from France, laden with com and men, 
have arrived safely in the port of Leghorn, by favor of a 
strong wind, which kept the enemy's fleet at a distance." 

The words had no sooner left Tito's lips than they seemed 
to vibrate up the streets. A great shout rang through the air, 
and rushed along the river; and then another, and another; 
and the shouts were heard spreading along the line of the 
procession toward the Duomo; and then there were fainter 
answering shouts, like the intermediate plash of distant waves 
in a groat lake whose waters obey one impulse. 

For some minutes there was no attempt to speak further : 

'i Wi 


•nd reaigjiation which has b^7„ Til "Jf "8*°" "* *"•* 

At last, as the 8i<maJ w«!! . **'" ""^'"^ divine, 
with a ,aiJe,_ "«°'^ *" K"^-" '» "ove forward, Tito said, 

ni^'eenXL'S re:LZ'r *° -^ "^"^^^ •'^ *« Mag. 
but to anotter ^ who ^^ Md"" 'f^f "^*' '^'"^ ""t *<> "S 
would have been he« i^ ^'S h^^l *° "r* """"' -« 
down just before he reached IZ mL h[ « '"''' °°' ''"'""' 
less be here in an hour or t-i \ *" ^"*° will doubt- 

^l^n^thegloryortherMei^r'^rheh^'^Kr'' ^^^^^ 
labor and has lost the chief dShV^ "^ *'"' "''''^ 

-fterirrdT^ij^^^^Kr "r^^*---^ --^ 

Signoria, this dign^^d Zetity oT tt:' .r^*""^""" °^ ""> 
«nd Tito turned his horse's h3 V 7* P^'^ession passed on, 
the great bell otZTp^^VJl "^"^ ^ '*» ""^^ ^^^^ 
to swing, aadgivealouderv^ilt " ""^ "^y beginning 

In that moment, when T^tJ^^ «. -^P'" ■ J°y- 
imperatively direct ft J^^Va^-;^" """' ""^ *" >« 
would look round and rec^^ C ^«° "P^'ted that he 
fntly engaged with h^ o^^hTch^ow J^ '"" "" *■" "PP"' 
leading his horse, he was abirto «'«? ^ *f «" I^P'^ '^e™ 
while his right hL>d wTs stm «^„ T "."'* ^^^ "^ ^is head. 
He had a JpTiS^;*^ ^^*'"' ""^^ '^■ 
Komola, instead of*ma^4 an; ^ortlu?" '"''.'*'°'"' "^"l 
threw her bUck drapery ov^WhJ^*""^^** ^^^ 
perfectly quiet. Yet^ flk all. '*""' '^'^ ^'nained 
ber; he had the powef^f s^i!^^' """ """t Tito had seen 
to see it. ^ °* "*"■« everything without seeming 



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Thk crowd had no sooner passed onward than Romola de- 
scended to the street, and hastened to the steps of San Stefano. 
Ceooo had been attracted with the rest toward the Piazza, and 
she found Baldaasarre standing alone against the ohnrch door, 
with the horn cup in his hand, waiting for her. There was a 
striking change in him : the blank, dreamy glance of a half- 
returned consciousness had given place to a fierceness which, 
as she advanced and spoke to him, flashed upon her as if she 
had been its object. It was the glance of caged fury that 
sees its prey passing safe beyond the bars. 

Bomola started as the glance was turned on her, but her 
immediate thought was that he had seen Tito. And as she 
felt the look of hatind grating on her, something like a hope 
arose that this man might be the criminal, and that her hus- 
band might not have been guilty toward him. If she could 
learn that now, by bringing Tito face to face with him, and 
have her mind set at rest I 

"If you will come with me," she said, "I can give yon 
shelter and food until you are quite rested and strong. Will 
you come?" 

"Yes," said Baldaasarre, "I shall be glad to get my 
strength. I want to get my strength," he repeated, as if he 
were muttering to himself, rather than speaking to her, 

"Comet-" she said, inviting him to walk by her side, and 
taking the way by the Amo towar4 the Ponte Bubaoonte as 
the more private road. 

"I think you are not a Florentine," she said, presently, as 
they turned on to the bridge. 

He looked round at her without opcdking. His suspicious 
caution was more strongly v.\xm him than usual, just now that 
the fog of confusion and '/bliv^on was made denser by bodily 
feebleness. But she wrj looking at him too, and there was 
something in her gentl > eyes which at last compelled him to 
' answer her. But he aiswered cautiously, — 

rai VlfllBM MADONNA. S9S 

ah^nl"^^\^'"^^^''i I •» • lonely man " 

.he glanced at him ^^^ tt: to LtT *° ?t '""• ^' 
with thought, which quelhTtTe W I T^ '" ''"^ 
nothing painful to be rev^ed.l!n,!f k t T *^'* '^•'" "" 
man had been in the^* ^"* ''" ^"^^^ « thia old 
•nd secrecy? ^°* "'"'" "" t^e cause for dread 

and looked at her^th\si^d«r™ """"'"^ *'"'* ''« t""'«d 
had passed through him A f *"*"' " " '^"o "hook 

at thiTalf-open S?or of the t 7 "T*"*' •^'*"' »'"' Pauaed 

" Ah I " >,- J ® "^"^ and. turned toward him 

,,if,^' ''o-'J. -'-"«-8forhertospe^;"tu^h^ 

"Whose wife?" said Bomola. 

«?nar"rt mrrt'^t'^ *•- r-^^-- *» -ecaU 
image of Tito pressTu^n hTm .'"15°"^ '''* ''»i'"' the 
sign. He madHolnsTer S l^iT.? ? v'^*' ""^ ^"'»J 
fixedness. ' ""* '<"^*<* at her with strange 

wit?:trrr:iithr'tor/''''^f ^^^ •»-* --«^ 

little children orawTel t ^a "^ ';Vtt ^~P''' "'''''"""«' 
c^atures. biting straws andgur^lg "" "'^'^•""y P"^* 

findyora\:lrble^C^ifr'»' '^-"l-ly. "I will 

"No, I will not come ITi S BaZ"""" '""" ""'"' ^""J"" 

still, arrested by the burde'n S L„ ' "'"'™- ^"* '"' «*ood 

mi.d wa3 too confused tolre a""crr " "''" ''""^ ^ 

Plentifulsoon."'^ ^°'""*^''"y'«"l- It will be more 

offered him mo^r^rfhe woufd C? '" ''• ^''^ ^"P""*!^ 
in the same ciroumsta^'ces itSed'T r°^°"'" '"'" 
while, and then said,- "* "'«' "oins a little 

"Yes, I will take them." 




She pound the ooini into hi* palm, and ha giaapcd than 

"Tall me," laid Bomola, almoit beiaeohingly. "W^ 
■hall you " 

But Baldauaire had turned away from her, and mmt walk- 
ing again toward the bridge. Faiaing from it, itraight on up 
the Via del Foaeo, he came upon the shop of Nicool6 Capana, 
and turned toward it without a pause, aa if it had been the 
yery object of his learch. Kiocolb was at that momect in 
procession with the armorers of Florence, and there was only 
oue appientioe in the shop. But there were all sorts of 
weapons in abundance hanging there, ana Baldasaarre's eyes 
discerned what he was more hungry for than for bread. Nic- 
00I6 himself would probably have refused to sell anything that 
might serve as a weapon to this man with signs of the prison 
on him; but the apprentice, less observant and sorupnloni, 
took three ffroui for a sharp hunting-knife without any hesita- 
tion. It was a conveniently small weapon, which Baldassarre 
oould easily thrust within the breast of his tunic, and he 
walked on, feeliag stronger. That sharp edge might give 
deadliness to the thrust of an aged arm : at least it was a 
companion, it was a power in league with him, even if it 
failed. It would break against armor, but was the armor sure 
to be always there? In those long months while vengeance 
had lain in prison, baseness had perhaps become forgetful and 
secure. The knife had been bought with the traitor's own 
money. That was just. Before he took the money, he had 
felt what he should do with it — buy a weapon. Yns, and if 
possible, iood too; food to nourish the arm that would grasp 
the weapon, food to nourish the body which was the temple of 
vengeance. When he had had enough bread, he should be 
able to think and act — ^to think first how he could hide him- 
self, lest Tito should have him dragged away again. 

With that idea of hiding in his mind, Baldassarre turned 
up the narrowest streets, bought himself some meat and bread, 
and sat down under the first loggia to eat. The bells that 
swung out louder and louder peals of juy, laying hold of him 
and making him vibrate along with all the air, seemed to him 
simply part of that strong world which was agai&iit him. 


BomoU Iwd watched BaldasMne until h. h.A a- 

not assuring herself wheth., nl * ''""' ''''°' '»' 

in his lot K she W.S not^T,''"! ""^ «»»"»'•« ""'-'J 
could she have ao^JZZXZ^.:itZ thi'b' "r 
IreXSrirVa'"" ^us^rin^ad^aSrS 

psmitted to d';K;:'£ t: fcLdr^r'?"" 

be pursued no'iirhn^riZ/ "iTr ''r "' '*«'■"« *° 
rinw help had come to Korer;^i*w ' ^T *° '"J""*' 

JSi<srdS:nrowt'th\vi%"'' ^'^''^^^^^^ 

that the womeStTe her Lt ' ^^'^!'°'^ ^er head, 
«.d told then. thX™ wi^oSLT^d' Sh": ^T, "■''' 
nnglng fop gladness at the newT T w .n J^* •*"' «'«™ 
while the ohUdren trr>«LH^ , T ^ *" "*' "P ^ ''"ten. 

her bl«,k skirt,^w"'"'^ *°'"'* *"'' ■""> P-Ue^ 
long way rAirthr^eldTtrim '"'"'^ ' '^* 

feeble voices arounThers^d " tI« W«? i»" .'^r- *"■* '^^ 
;itj« the precision .^^/Thfffl 0?^:^ b^J^, 

"Blls" r mfd"' "J^J./" """« y"" y°" dinnt " P"'- 








brought to thttn the inspiration of har deapeit fealingt, thqr 
would have been irkeonie to her. But they had come to be 
the one unihalcen resting-place of her mind, the one narrow 
pathway on which the light fell clear. If the gulf between 
herself and Tito, which only gathered a more perceptible wide- 
ness from her attempt* to bridge it by iubmission, brought a 
doubt whether, after all, the bond to which she bad labored 
to be true might not itself be false—if she came away from 
her confessor, Fra Salrestro, or from some contact with the 
disciples of Savonarola amongst whom she worshipped, with 
a sickening sense that these people were miserably narrow, 
and with an almost impetuous reaction toward her old con- 
tempt for their superstition — she found herself recovering a 
firm footing in her works of womanly sympathy. Whatever 
else made her doubt, the help she gave to her fellow-oitizenii 
made her sure that Fra Oirolamo had been to nail her 
back. According to his unforgotten words, her place had not 
been empty ; it had been filled with her love and her labor. 
Florence had had need of her, and the more her own sorrow 
pressed upon her, the more gladness she felt in the memories, 
stretching through the two long years, of hours and moments 
in which she had lightened the burden of life to others. All 
that ardor of her nature which could no longer spend itself in 
the woman's tenderness for father and husband had trans- 
formed itself into an enthusiasm of sympathy with the gen- 
eral life. She had ceased to think that her own lot could be 
happy — had ceased to think of happiness at all : the one end 
of her life seemed to her to be the diminishing of sorrow. 

Her enthusiasm was continually stirred to fresh vigor by 
the influence of Savonarola. In spite of the wearisome visions 
and allegories from which she recoiled in disgust when they 
came as stale repetitions from other lips than his, her strong 
afSnity for his passionate sympathy and the splendor of his 
aims had lost none of its power. His burning indignation 
against the abuses and oppression that made the daily story 
of the Church and of States had kindled the ready fire in her 
too. His special care for liberty and purity of government in 
Florence, with his constant reference of this immediate object 
to the wider end of a universal regeneration, had created in 

^^ '«c. 


of .uch as have netted th»„ ^T**"?' ""» I<«Miomm, ''/on q»i 
di.beUeve „e^^o'e S^ u^v whlT r""° ?* ' ^ "*°"' ««" they who 
hear him who inw^^ee rfhll^''thi n'"™' ^"'T " '" »""' "•'"« «» 
«eeU them not; and tt.^ '"T .*"■* 'S""'" "^ •"*" I''" ''ho 

«■?-" do auotons om tranafiua lortia aonat. • » 

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No aoul is deaolate as long as there is a human being foi 
whom it can feel trust and reverence. Bomola's t^ust in 
Savonarola was something like a rope suspended securely by 
her path, making her step elastic while she grasped it; if it 
were suddenly removed, no firmness of the ground she trod 
oould save her from staggering, or perhaps from falling. 



Afteb that welcome appearance as the messenger with the 
olive branch, wh.^h was an unpromised favor of fortune, Tito 
had other commissions to fulfil of a more premeditated char- 
acter. He paused at the Palazzo Vecchio, and awaited there 
the return of the Ten, who managed external and war affairs, 
that he might duly deliver to them the results of his private 
mission to Pisa, intended as a preliminary to an avowed em- 
bassy of which Bernardo Kucellai was to be the head, with 
the object of coming, if possible, to a pacific understanding 
with tiie Emperor Maximilian and the League. 

Tito's talents for diplomatic work had been well ascertained, 
and as he gave with fulness and precision the results of his 
inquiries and interviews, Bernardo del Nero, who was at that 
time one of the Ten, could not withhold his admiration. He 
would have withheld it if he could; for his original dislike of 
Tito had returned, and become stronger, since the sale of the 
library. Bomola had never uttered a word to her godfather 
on the circumstances of the sale, and Bernardo had understood 
her silence as a prohibition to him to enter on the subject, 
but he felt sure that the breach of her father's wish had 
been a blighting grief to her, and the old man's observant 
eyes discerned other indications that her married life was not 

"Ah," he said, inwardly, "that doubtless is the reason she 
has taken to listening to Fra Girolamo, and going amongst 
the Piagnoni, which I never expected from her. These worn- 

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with the needle AnH tt,;. t u ?^ . P™* ''^ ^ngera 

I wish Tomabuoni and the restmav^lffi /.r*^*^ ^^'^''^ 
WeU, well.,„,«, '»'^».-^irZ:.nL;'aWr^^^ 
from a crooked furrow: and he who ^X I \ ^"^ /""'«» 

likeL7for tie doubW^ff *•''*■ ^"'"'*°' '^''^ »»* 
popular UrnrentwMe^t head's-*"'''''"'''"* *° *•"» 
to Tito with more a.rhalf ^« wt^^ '*'"' '"" ""'°""°° 
feip-ed With more s^ tjfn th^e ^^t^wS S S'^ 


Florence that the old tie between Bern^o 1 ^^"?^^^^ j" 

srr;orrrbeXh^. ^r jisrrE' 
xXreeti— ^tritfbS^ 




■'¥. i 

I I 

I I 

to them, they might have been satisfied, but now, in spite of 
the new discipline which declared Christ to be the ^peciai King 
of the Florentines and required all pleasures to be of a Chris- 
tian sort, there was a secret longing in many of the youngsters 
who shouted "VivaOesu! " for a little vigorous stone-throw- 
ing in sign of thankfulness. 

Tito, as he passed along, could not escape being recognized 
by some as the welcome bearer of the olive branch, and could 
only rid himself of an inconvenient ovation, chiefly in the 
form of eager questions, by telling those who pressed on him 
that Keo di Sasso, the true messenger from Leghorn, must 
now be entering, and might certainly be met toward the Porta 
San Frediano. He could tell much more than Tito knew. 

Freeing himself from importunities in this adroit manner, 
he made his tray to the Piazza del Duomo, casting his long 
eyes round the space with an air of the utmost carelessness, 
but really seeking to detect some presence which might fur- 
nish him with one of his desired opportunities. The fact of 
the procession having terminated at the Duomo made it prob- 
able that there would be more than the usual concentration of 
loungers and talkers in the Piazza and roimd Nello's shop. It 
was as he expected. There was a group leaning against the 
rails near the north gates of the Baptistery, so exactly what 
he sought, that he looked more indifferent than ever, and 
seemed to recognize the tallest member of the group entirely 
by chance as he had half passed him, just turning his head to 
give him a slight greeting, while he tossed the end of his b^c- 
chetto over his left shoulder. 

Yet ^6 tall, broad-shouldered personage greeted in that 
slight way looked like one who had considerable claims. He 
wore a richly embroidered tunic, with a great show of linen, 
after the newest French mode, and at his belt there hung a 
sword and poniard of fine workmanship. His hat, with a red 
plome in it, seemed a scornful protest against the gravity of 
Florentine costume, which had been exaggerated to the ut- 
most under the influence of the Pia£ mi. Certain undefin- 
able indications of youth made the breadth of his face and the 
large diameter of his waist appear the more emphatically a 
stamp of coarseness, and his eyes had that rude desecrating 

» 1 


pleaaantness of fte Xmadve '^*'; LT.^* ""' extreme un- 
had been loudly declS Zt Mort^' '''^ """"^^ '•*' 

iomed the group nellSdJ^.r^*'""*'^™^^ "« ^'*° 
suspicion. For leaninl ,1- *'.?^ /°' ^^^ *° "^'^^'Pate the 

the group WM a d<2Z ^ "^""'"P"'* '° «>« '=»''« of 
all the smaU tSflS^r"' " '^ ""^ '"'"^ P«-'-*<^ 

Lvio^theyTruit £!."'*"'".? '"^"'^ dulness by the 

mal of all is he who e^, t:^""'^ ^"'f '• ^°"' dullest ani- 

ne who gnns and says he doesn't mind just after 




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he has had hit shins kicked. If I were a trifle duller, now," 
he went on, smiling as the circle opened to adm^t Tito, " I 
should pretend to be fond of this Melema, who has got a aeo- 
retaryship that would exactly suit me — as if Latin ill paid 
could lore better Latin that's better paidt Uelema, you are 
a pestiferously clever fellow, very much in my way, and I'm 
sorry to hear you've had another piece of good luck to-day." 

"Questionable luck, Niccol6," said Tito, touching him on 
the shoulder in a friendly way; "I have got nothing by it yet 
but being laid hold of and breathed upon by wool-beaters, 
when I am as soiled and battered with riding as a tdbellario 
(letter-carrier) from Bologna." 

"Ah I you want a touch of my art, Messer Oratore," said 
Nello, who had come forward at the sound of Tito's voice; 
"your chin, I Jwrceive, has yesterday's crop upon it. Gome, 
come — consign yourself to the priest of all the Muses. Sandro, 
quick with the lather I " 

" In truth, Nello, that is just what I most desire at this 
moment," said Tito, seating himself; "and that was why I 
turned my steps toward thy shop, instead of going home at 
once, when I had done my business at the Palazzo." 

" Yes, indeed, it is not fitting that you should present your- 
self to Madonna Bomola with a rusty chin and a tangled 
taxxera. Nothing that is not dainty ought to approach the 
Florentine lily ; though I see her constantly going about like 
a sunbeam amongst the rags that line our comers — if indeed 
she is not more like a moonbeam now, for I thought yester- 
day, when I met her, that she looked as pale and worn as that 
fainting Madonna of Fia Giovanni's. You must see to it, my 
bel erudito: she keeps too many fasts and vigils in your ab- 

Tito gave a melancholy shrug. "It is too true, Nello. 
She has been depriving herseU of half her proper food every 
day during this famine. But what can I do? Her mind has 
been set all aflame. A husband's influence is powerless 
against the Frate's." 

" As every other influence is likely to be, that of the Holy 
Father included," said Domenico Cennini, one of the group 
at the door, who had turned in with Tito. " I don't know 


of that rule IfTmv Zlf'^Tu' ^ "*' *» "° »'««ol> 
We„ ajjd earth to get ^OraSl^Sof^^cS °"'^'' 


The Frate's game is ^ i>So«ibT one "S't ^!^ ''°'^*'"- 
lumself with preaohing a(tS th« I-' , ^ '^ contented 
prophesying that in^m^ not J^nHnl^^' ""^ ''* 
sconxged, depend uponTt pZ A?, """f'*""^ It«ly would be 
Wn. ^eWd Hs\^^S,f:^;r-"2havealWed 
hearers. Such spiritual blasts wrtniv I ^^ ""^^ ^^ 

with some fervor. "Imvselfat il* lf™^> broke in. 
Us prophe^ing alon.^ "ft four tJj^^'V^l' ^^ """^^ '«* 

oiscussion. "Have vnn „r^^n • , «™ry otter force in 
Ho. is it thafr; Z SeVrer*"' ^'*'i P"'"'-' 
worU. attaoldng by an acurTa: lya'CnX^? i"^^^^ 
"' "" «"' ^^^ «" »' <*« people: because ^'gi^^tSZ 




threat! and promiaes, which they believe come straight ftom 
Qod, not only about hell, purgatory, and paradise, J>ut 4bout 
Pisa and our Great Council. But let events go against him, 
so as to shake the people's faith, and the cause of his power 
will be the cause of his fall. He is accumulating three sorts 
of hatred on his head— the natred of average mankind against 
every one who wants to lay on them a strict yoke of virtue ; 
the hatred of the stronger powers in Italy who want to farm 
Florence for their own purposes; and the hatred of the peo- 
ple, to whom he has ventured to promise good in this world, 
instead of confining bis promises to the next. If a prophet is 
to keep his power, he must be a prophet like Mahomet, with 
an army at his back, that when the people's faith is fainting 
it may be frighljened into life again." 

"Bather sum up the three sorts of hatred in one," said 
Francesco Cei, impetuously, " and say he has won the hatred 
of all men who have sense and honesty, by inventing hypo- 
critical lies. His proper place is among the false prophets 
in the Inferno, who walk with their heads turned hindfore- 

"You are too angry, my Francesco," said Macohiavelli, 
smiling; "you poets are apt to cut the clouds in your wrath. 
I am no votary of the Frate's, and would not lay down my 
little finger for his veracity. But veracity is a plant of para- 
dise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls. 
You, yourself, my Francesco, tell poetical lies only; partly 
compelled by the poet's fervor, partly to please your audience ; 
but you object to lies in prose. Well, the Frate differs from 
yon as to the boundary of poetry, that's all. When he gets 
into the pulpit of the Duomo, he has the fervor within him, 
and without him he has the audience to please. Ecco I " 

"You are somewhat lax there, Nicool6," said Oennini, 
gravely. " I myself believe in the Frate's integrity, though 
I don't believe in his prophecies, and as long. as his integrity 
is not disproved, we have a popular party strong enough to 
protect him and resist foreign interference." 

"A party that seems strong enough," said Maochiavelli, 
with a shrug, and an almost imperceptible glance toward Tito, 
who was abandoning himself with much enjoyment to Kello's 


private grudge?" ' ' '"* ^ *"™«1 round by a 

Te;ilt:iVgtS:?Sutl''S^';i' "' •^«''- «>- " 
would TisimuoTt^Z^'l^^^.f'^'''''^"''- ^o 
tt«.d^ perhaps, like Ca^lo Si- 1^ "'' •^"'^ 
thow most oonneoted with th« famTi, . ^' "' '^'"' ""^e of 
popular governmenValdwSd^ert^r' '"'?^«<«d- of the 
I was talking to oLnoz^^Sr^NrSlt ''* '"''*«• 
I am oonvineed there's nothing he would .^Jl^" '^ "^^ 
-e^t^an against any attem*p^^rS;1he^";i-ft' 

laiSgreiS^ STu ITJ^C'''^: -<» T'*o. With a 

theory there. I J pe^S^t^^f*""" "^o i" aid of hard 
bottom of Gianno^^Sa1o?Wp'""".'^f'^°'">''''""' 
00 amiable a creature as he wouW S^r C.t v^"'"'' "'^ 
sometimes allows to escape him k, tSIf „ i*'' bitterness he 
the procession with you, K^o^.r ^"-^^ He was in 
day.t.r'' Cennini; "he is at his viUa-went there three 

ho^ «7hSl"heX"4f'""'"« '""" »* '^" "P'-^ed 
obtained^^*;Si5?n'^'- ^° "'^■•7 "e had 

moment in his soarseiu a cTasSeTf^M "• u-^' '''"* "' *bat 

gaged to deliver to GiannoLtutr nThal'"''!,'''''' *'°- 
aa envoy of Rero de' Medici, whom ^If ^^T"^ '' ^""^ 
way to meet at Certaldo oTfteliZ ^'^ l"^"^*" ""* °^ bis 
not in the town, he wouldsend^r "'f'^^'^ Puoci was 
tbusian lay Broker in te S^X^^^^'''''''^' ^^ar- 
receipt of that sign would hr^^ • u ,*^«d.ceans, and the 
part of Tito's miSon ^ ^™' ^'^^ *" ^^-^ tbe verbal 

«g .^iSi'^/tleTl^i ««i-? bis comb and point- 
wolds,- now he 1^mTL^°^^ '^« ''"^'•^ "r ^the 

Uel mondo di maremma. " 




to Flormoe— ah? ud, I tow, there ue tome linee jut faintly 
hinting themtelTee •bant yonr mouth, Meuer Oiatorel Ah, 
mind is an enemy to beauty I I myself was thought beauti- 
ful by the women at one time— when I waa in my swaddling- 
bands. But now — oimil I oairy ny unwritten poems in 
cipher on my facel " 

Tito, laughing with the rest as Nello looked at himself tragi- 
cally in the hand-mirror, made a sign of farewell to the eom- 
pany generally, and took his departure. 

"I'm of our old Piero di Oosimo's mind," said I'ranoeaeo 
Oei. " I don't half like Melema. That trick of smiling gets 
stronger than ever — no wonder he has lines about the moutii." 

" He's too successful," said Maoohiavelli, playfully. " I'm 
sure there's sopiething wrong about him, else he wouldn't 
have that secretaryship." 

"He's an able man," said Oennini, in a tone of judicial fair- 
ness. " I and my brother have always found him useful with 
our Qreek sheets, and he gives great satisfaction to the Ten. 
I like to see a young man work his way upward by merit. 
And the secretary Scala, who befriended him from the first, 
thinks highly of him stUl, I know." 

" Doubtless, " said a notary in the background. " He writes 
Scala' s official letters for him, or corrects them, and gets well 
paid for it too." 

" I wish Messer Bartolommeo would pay me to doctor his 
gouty Latin," said Macohiavelli, with a shrug. "Did he tell 
you about the pay, Ser Ceooone, or was it Melema himself? " 
he added, looking at the notaiy with a face ironically inno- 

"Melema? no, indeed," answered Ser Ceooone. "He is as 
close as a nut. He never brags. That's why he's employed 
everywhere. They say he's getting rich with doing all sorts 
of underhand work." 

" It u a little too bad," said Macchiavelli, "and so many 
able notaries out of employment I " 

"Well, I must say I thought that was a nasty story a year 
or two ago about the man who said he had stolen jewels," 
said Cei. " It got hushed up somehow ; but I remember Piero 
di Cosimo said, at the time, he believed there was something 

BT A SnUBT T.Aiip ^g. 

Si'SKr^^'iriiirj!"-*' - ^^ j-'d of 

■our old amte I^, » • ^*«»« •» • i»u,t«l with few,' „ our 

«d the SMp.iilce„SKSw7, £t it^"at°J'"*''^ 
dangetoM madman, and he wai «i, ^iL .^•"'•""m* 
•ni«.hief in pri«,n.' A. for oTpil^VSJ v P* •""' "^ 
"uuiing after the wind of MZriteC LT^^' J"' "'*• "• 
•gant fancy that he wmdd S,. ,• ' ^ '"•* •" "*»^- 
No: that Story hLhLrri *^V' '"'"'^ '"' » orooodUe. 
ol^eot to it"^ '*'° ^'^ ""* '^'••d too long-onr no«i 

" It is true, " said Maoohiavelli « V/», « . ^^ 

aw precedent, FrancZ ^e next Z, ^ *^' *^««' "* 
•oouw you of stealteThi. ^^ ^f^ °>"> may 

.teali„g^hi.c^"^i"«^^/h7«^ 7 ""^"^ ^•'P "»«' -^ 
door, "DolfoTptoi haToL^^C^' ^"^ '"'"* «» 
K-oa- ThatMDtainof^r wd feather out of the 
^o«, Pi«. jus^^^X C^«™ i::!' ""- t ^P"''"" 
frock off the Prate's back Wifh t * ^f P*^'" **" <*• 
know h. is a fnend of^ours^^i " ^°»' ^^oe«oo-I 
like better than to s^ hkHiTv ,t ^J^ "^8» ^ "^ould 
wentout to H^ZZ^ttZ^t^^^ ^"^ ^''^'^ ^^o 
with them in a ]j^^ ^ '''**'"^ ^ *^I*t» «>d returned 



BoX'S^gSiZrian^ rK"*«-^« "^ 
the hospital of San MattaTJ?' k u^?™ ""^ ''»' "de, from 
P«., enLntered Ter huMut «^e had visited af^r res- 
of San Marco. Tit^ ThoT^ ^ ""^^ng from the monastery 

duHng the da,. ^J^y'^^^^IZ^/l^Z^ 



diimiMing ICmo, whose ibort itent taaojti him. It wm 
only usual for him to pay her such u offloikl attention when 
it WM obviously demanded from him. Tito and Bomola 
never jarred, never remonstrated with each other. They 
were too hopelessly alienated in their inner life ever to have 
that contest which is an effort toward agreement They 
talked of all affairs, public and private, with careful adher- 
ence to an adopted course. If Tito wanted a supper prepared 
in the old library, now pleasantly furnished as a banqueting- 
room, Bomola assented, and saw that everything needful was 
done : and Tito, on his side, left her entirely unoontroUed in 
her daily habits, accepting the help she offered him in tran- 
scribing or making digests, and in return meeting her conjec- 
tured want of I supplies for her charities. Yet he constantly, 
as on this very morning, avoided exchanging glance .>th 
her ; affected to believe that she was out of the house, in order 
to avoid seeking her in her 'm room ; and playfully attributed 
to her a perpetual preference of solitude to his society. 

In the first ardor of her self-conquest, after she had re- 
nounced her resolution of flight, Bomola had made many timid 
efforts toward the return of a frank relation between them. 
But to her such a relation could only come by open speech 
about their differences, and the attempt to arrive at a moral 
understanding; while Tito oould only be saved from aliena- 
tion from her by such a recovery of her effusive tenderness 
as would have presupposed oblivion of their differences. He 
cared for no explanation between them; he felt any thorough 
explanation impossible : he would have cared to have Bomola 
fond again, and to her, fondness was impossible. She could 
be submissive and gentle, she could repress any sign of repul- 
sion ; but tenderness was not to be feigned. She was help- 
lessly conscious of the result: her husband was alienated from 

It was an additional reason why she should be carefully 
kept outside of secrets which he would in no case have chosen 
to communicate to her. With regard to his political action 
he sought to convince her that he considered the cause of the 
Itfedici hopeless; and that on that practical ground, as well 
as in theory, he heartily served the popular government, in 

•#\ ." • 


lore I can return and mat ■>. T .-,„ «-»uiioiir^ r>-..„.4«, be- 

And then he tJ^^^n.ti:7 ^^^j^T.*" '°" . 
untU they were o]o,e upon ,Tgi. T^l whi^wr" I* ^^ 
l«np before a picture of the vS n '.t± t"" *""«! ' 
one, u.d hitherto they had pa«iS few^n,. k T" ' \""" 
;a^a .un' of .^ app^ti^rrr^tdTJi':^ 

Wilh °th/f '"'li* .'^"""'^"g J-eo^w. Let ub wait a little " 
He had already dnrin., rt.^ "our with Bomola by his side. 

with DoifoX'frd'i^ti^Thr^T" i"*"""' 

Ola as yet to'be done w^as a Z?d Lltir w^k th^at^r 
S™'toL 1°°8-P'eoonoerted plan, had be^n the bea^r of^l 

erted hia influence at Eome in faTop nt fj,= ir t ^ 
port of Uie letter, waa to sL^S^^'^, tl^-.^^'Z 



progiM* from PiM, uid, unwilling for ttiaag nmou to wtit 
FtortDoe, yet dMiiou of taking ooutmI with S«TonuoU at 
thii diffloult Jtmotora, intended to p«uM thii ynj day at Ban 
Caieianok about ten milea from the oity, whence he would 
ride out the next morning in the plain garb of a prieet, and 
meet Sarcnarola, as if oaiually, Ato milae on the Florence 
road, two houra after innrite. The plot, of which thaee 
forged letters were the initial itep, wai that Dolfo Spini with 
a band of his Compagnaooi waa to be posted in ambush on the 
road, at a lonely spot about five miles from the gates; that 
he was to seise SaTCoarola with the Dominican brother who 
would acoompany him according to rule, and deliver him orer 
to a small detachment of Milaneee horse in readiness near San 
Oasoiano, by whom he was to be carried into the Boman terri- 
tory. ' 

There was a stnmg .aanoe that the penetrating Frate would 
suspect a trap, and decline to incur the risk, which he bad 
for some time avoided, of going beyond the city walls. Even 
when he preached, bis friends held it necessary that he should 
be attended by an armed guard; and here he was called on 
to commit himself to a solitary road, with no other attendant 
than a fellow-monk. On this ground the minimnTn of time 
had been given him for decision, and the chance in favor of 
his acting on the letters was, that the eagerness with which 
his mind was set on the combining of interests within and 
without the Church toward the procuring of a General Coun- 
cil, and also the expectation of immediate service from the 
Cardinal in the actual juncture of his contest with the Pope, 
would l^umph over his shrewdness and caution in the brief 
apace allowed for deliberatios. 

Tito had had an audience of Savonarola, having 'declined 
to put the letters into any hands but his, and with consum- 
mate art had admitted that incidentally, and by inference, he 
was able so far to conjecture their purport as to belisve they 
referred to a rendezvous outside the gates, in which case he 
urged that the Erato should seek an armed guard from the 
Signoria, and offered his services in carrying the request with 
the utmost privacy. Savonarola had replied briefly that this 
was impossible: an aimed guard was incompatible with pri- 

8T A anmr lamp. ^^g 

2S"h. Sr !^ £ \^' ^^ -i Tito m ^r^ 

JJU» apmi wai an inconvenient oolleaima w. i. j 

rrt excited with drinkine £»««„ ^^m He frequently 
"Bwni,»ortoi)en^tothu» J T****' ^owno* had iti 

hrt^ecn WnT^d Tito tS!? h" ^l?'" °' ""> '«^"'«»t 
other .hoaWi„^^;^'^**f"' P?"'' "^^Wo" of ewh 
the i.j«i wu^rJiTr^ °' *^* "^'"st «»*, there wm al«v. 

the becohetto o^r tTtT^^ ,?' ^•'''*** •'««» "' <»'^ 
morning, bu? tt7^£n<^^ v''?'^ "" »»d««tood in Z 

^^^^^ P on a fraternal grMp of the dionlder in the 

.i«r„f'ht';LTth°:iorw^r'*«,sr''"'^"<^ •»"«•'* 

Spini h«l h«l no cW Slw^ i.f'?v 'T? '?" '"""•^'^ « 
Spini. But, himwuTsTi^w h^? ^"^ ^t ^"^ "^"K'" "f 
fop «. instant™, d^rSt^a'' of th^, ""^ ^''^ iUuminated 
»ay waa as stitigl/mXlTl >'^P..aiid Tito in hia 

C<»npagn«.i. f^^tCa:^^.^^:^^^ 
now Stood behind her husbSS-s ^oSn 


> loeiria. Tito was 

my carrier-pigeon I" grated Sf ,i'. haSi 

not left to hope long. 

voioe^ in 





what he meant to be an undertone, while his hand giaaped 
Tito's shoulder; "what did you run into hiding for? You 
didn't know it was comrades who were coming. It's well I 
caught sight of you; it saves time. 'What of the chase to- 
morrow morning? Will the bald-headed game rise? Are the 
falcons to be got ready? " 

If it had been in Tito's nature to feel an acoess of rage, he 
would have felt it against this bull-faced aooomplioe, unfit 
either for a leader or a tool. His lips turned white, but his 
excitement came from the pressing difficulty of choosing a safe 
device. If he attempted to hush Spini, that would only 
deepen Bomola's 8r.gpicion, and he knew her wel. enough to 
know that if somu strong alarm were roused in her, she was 
neither to be silenced nor hoodwinked : on the other hand, if 
he repelled ^pini angiiiy the wine-breathing Compagnaocio 
might become savage, being more ready at resentment than at 
the divination of motives. He adopted a third course, which 

proved that Bomola retained one sort of power over him the 

power of dread. 

He pressed her hand, as if intending a hint to her, and svd 
in a good-humored tone of comradeship, — 

"Yes, my Dolfo, you may prepare in all security. But 
take no trumpets with you." 

"Don't be afraid," said Spini, a little piqued. "No need 
to play Ser Saccente with me. I know where the devil keeps 
his tail as well as you do. What I he swallowed the bait 
whole? The prophetic nose didn't scent the hook at all?" 
he went on, lowering his tone a little, with a blundering sense 
of secrecy. 

"The brute will not be satisfied till he has emptied the bag," 
thought Tito : but aloud he said, — " Swallowed aU as easily as 
you swallow a cup of Trebbiano. Ha! I see torches: there 
must be a dead body coming. The pestilence has been spread- 
ing, I hear." 

" Santiddio ! I hate the sight of those biers. Oood-night, " 
said Spini, hastily moving ofF. 

The torches were really coming, but they preceded a church 
dignitary who was returning homeward; the suggestion of 
the dead body and the pestilence was Tito's device for getting 

!; > i4 


creased." -^ "'"'^ **« "i^ has not in- 

trusted every worhfcould^JL"""'"""""^ '"'^- «^« <"- 
"I wiU not ir;o on," she said". "I will nof m« - 

Je^SS"-'- - --^a«ain^s*^Ke::r/S 

wi7p:its'r.rrarrat:^^'^'';Ti ''^■ 

a wife who this time he f nr«. ' f w nsmg of dislike to 
thwa.^«\^:;StS„TCe iiler- Of 

Jr,s?rdiei?^rSoi^^T^^^ -' 

necessary at thatto^r f» he? rZtT\" '^ ^° 
and hurl herself with him Tw^ . ^™* "" ^*'' ^^baad 
could have done U ™„„ ^A?"""^"''' '^^ *«^* " « she 
the self-queU^g disoSSe ^f t*""' ""^' ^* *^^* "">""•»* 
fied:yfeltn^lTt:h:^£/r:^^^^^^^^ •>« """^ 

falling a victim to it. " ™* *™** ^™™ 

"What is the plot?" 

" That I decline to tell, " said Titn « t* • , , 

IVate's safety will be secur^" * '' "'""'^^ '^'" '^' 

4" «4r?ii!" ''"'"« ^^ °"'«''^« »^« sates that Spini 




" There 1mm been no intention of mnider. It ia limply a 
plot for eompelling him to obey the Pope's sammons to Borne. 
But as I serve the popular government, and think the Prate's 
presence here is a necessary means of maintaining it at pres- 
ent, I choose to prevent his departure. You may go to sleep 
witii entire ease of mind to-night" 

For a moment Bomola was silent. Then she said, in a voice 
of anguish, " Tito, it is of no use : I have no belief in you." 

She could just discern his action as he shrugged his shoul- 
ders, and spread out his palms in 'lence. That cold dislilie 
which is the anger of unimpassioned beings was hardening 
within him. 

" If the Frate leaves the city— if any harm happens to him, " 
sold Bomola, after a slight pause, in a new tone of indignant 
resolution, — '' I will declare what I have heard to the Signoria, 
and you will be disgraced. What if I am your wife? " she 
went on, impetuously; " I will be disgraced with yon. If we 
are united, I am that part of you that will save you from 
crime. Others shall not be betrayed." 

" I am quite aware of what you would be likely to do, anima 
mia," said Tito, in the coolest of his liquid tones; "therefore 
if you have a small amount of reasoning at your disposal just 
now, consider that if you believe me in nothing else, you may 
believe me when I say I will take care of myself and not put 
it in your power to ruin me." 

" Then you assure me that the Frate is warned — he will not 
go beyond the gates? " 

" He shall not go beyond the gates." 

There was a moment's pause, but distrust was not to be ex- 

" I will go back to San Marco now and find out," Bomola 
said, making a movement forward. 

" You shall noti " 8?id " ito, in a bitter whisper, seizing her 
wrists with all his masculine force. " I am master of you. 
You shall not set yourself in opposition to me." 

There were passers-by approaching. Tito had heard them, 
and that was why he spoke in a whisper. Bomola was too 
conscious of being mastered to have struggled, even if she had 
remained unconscious that witnesses were at hand. But she 


uiuu lor ner, it seemed the easiest of all oouraes «„f - 
^bits of self-questioning, memories of imS .ibduel Td 
that proud reserve which all discipline h^ left T™^-« / 
began to emerge from the flood of pwsion Thl » i^v'^' 

wrists, which asserted her husb^d'?phvsic^ n^^-°^ ^'" 
mstead of arousing a new fiercenTs LS aj fr^^^''' 

i<«a ... »lUSi« iftt^ «,t "* ?• ™ "" 

my way.' 




Tito assumed the tone which was just then the easiest to 
him, oonjeoturing that in Bomola's present moo3 persuasive 
deprecation would be lost upon her. 

" Tes, Tito," she said in a low voice, " I think you believe 
that I would guard the Republic from further treachery. 
You are right to believe it: if theFrato is betrayed, I will de- 
nounce you." She paused a moment, and then said, with an 
effort, " But it was not so. I have perhaps spoken too hastily 
— you never meant it. Only, why will you seem to be that 
man's comrade?" 

" Such relations .^~° inevitable to practical men, my Bom- 
ola," said Tito, gra'^^i^ed by V:sc<)rning the struggle within 
her. " You fair crealores live in the clouds. Fray go to rest 
with an easy hearij" he added, opening the door for her. 


Tito's clever arrangements had been unpleasantly frustrated 
by trivial incidents which could not enter into a clever man's 
calculations. It was very seldom that he walked with Bom- 
ola in the evening, yet he had happened to be walking with 
her precisely on this evening when her presence was supreme- 
ly inconvenient. Life was so complicated a game that the de- 
vices of skill were liable to be defeated at every turn by air- 
blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistledown. 

It was not that he minded about the failure of Spini's plot, 
but he felt an awkward difficulty in so adjusting his warning 
to Savonarola on the one hand, and to Spini on the other, as 
not to incur suspicion. Suspicion roused in the popular party 
might be fatal to his reputation and ostensible position in 
Florence: suspicion roused in Dolfo Spini might be as dis- 
agreeable in its effects as the hatred of a fierce dog not to be 

If Tito went forthwith to the monastery to warn Savonarola 
before the monks went to rest, his warning would follow so 



without telling him the true ™«n? • "°' '»™ Spai at once 

diately allege 'the diSvt^' t^rsroni\°:."'V^ '°""*'- 
purpose; and he knew S^ui weU IZlw^ "^"^^^ ^^ 
imderstanding would discern LrM„„u"i^ ^ ^""'^ <^t his 

round" and fn^strated Z^ On t"h ^''^ ^-''''''''^*'' 
ferring his warning to Savonarola ^tim '' ^'^'*' ''y •*«■ 
be almost sure to l^e the Tn^ f . *5' momiug, he would 
the Frate had oh^d LTmd"°«''/i"r^« «P«' t'^"' 
gnacci would com7bIck ta ZTtL ^'.^"^ °^ ^ompa- 
This last, however, wMtteL^H^t"^ <lisappointment. 
power of soothing Spirrbv^Lr^/v 1^"' '"""-« *° ^s 
due only to the ^ate'Tcautfon ^ "" *^''* '^^ ^^'-^^ ^"^ 

counter Eomola agaiZ ^d he dif LT ^t^"^'^'^ ^°i *» en- 
She watohed through ientll^ '"""'' ""'*'"8ht. 
clothes. She heardX 7^„ .^ ' *°? °«^«^ ^^ off her 
She liked to hearse ^ Z ^°"'\''««"« "-d heavier, 
gnard against m™'! T- 8'°™y heavens seemed a safe- 

most doubt of her h-^^fbutw^r' ""'^ "^ «"« "'■ 
duct. What lie mieht h^L f by doubt as to her own con- 
might he not hav^f Ih ch she":<^'',n"' ^"^ P^J^' 
one who trusted T to wmT„ din . '^^ 'gnorant? Every 

persuade herself of thronw'"!;^ IT ""/"t *° "^^ ^^ 
listening to the promntin« nf L ^"' °°* "''^ selfishly 

from wLning'mTCmTLS^^t: tX '''r''^^ 
malefactor, her place was in rt/ • . husband was a 

might be, 'she was contested to^fth? ,'^ ""'' «We"-that 
a wife, to allow a husUnd 1 iSlf tt ""' • ^'''^^^^-' 
make him a malefactor/Xnit miltt ""r'*' "•*' '^"■^'^ 
vent them? Prayer seemZj" ^-u^ ^ " ''*' P"^""- <» Pw- 
o« 1, ir ,ayer seemed impossible to her Tlio .„*• v 

Set'^"t^-S;^^— ^ ^*^*^ of^^hichlVe:^ 
^hemesbywMch. after all. Tlto-r^V^eTdlllS: 


; ' I 

*•• ROKOLA. 

•nd towatd daybreak the rain became leu vioient, tiU at lart 
it oeaaed, the breeze rose again and dispersed the clouds, and 
the morning fell dear on all the objects around her. It made 
her uneaainesi all the less endurable. She wrapped her man- 
tle round her, and ran up to the loggia, as if there oould be 
anyvhing in the wide hmdsoape that mipht determine her 
action; as if there could be anything but roofs hiding the line 
of street along which Savonarola might be walking toward 

If she went to her godfather, might she not induce him, 
without any specific revelation, to take measures for prevent- 
ing Fra Qirolamo from passing the gates? But that might be 
too late. Bomola thought, with new distress, that she had 
failed to ledm any guiding details from Tito, and it was al- 
ready long past seven. She must go to San Marco : there was 
nothing else to be done. 

She hurried down the stairs, she went out into the street 
without looking at her sick people, and walked at a swii't 
pace along tti Via de' Bardi toward the Ponte Veochio. She 
would go through the heart of the ciiy ; it was the most direct 
road, and, besides, in the great Piazza there was a chance of 
encountering her husband, who, by some possibility to which 
she still clung, might satisfy her of the Prate's safety, and 
leave no need for her to go to San Marco. When she arrived 
in front of the Palazzo Vecohio, she looked eagerly into the 
pillared court; then her eyes swept the Piazza; but the well- 
known figure, once painted in her heart by young love, and 
now . branded there by eating pain, was nowhere to be seen. 
She hurried straighten to the Piazza del Duomo. It was al- 
ready full of movement : there were worshippers passing up 
and down the marble steps, there were men pausing for chat, 
and there were market-people carrying their burdens. Be- 
tween those moving figures Bomola caught a glimpse of her 
husband. On his way from San Marco he had turned into 
Nello's shop, and was now leaning against the door-post. As 
Bomola approached she oould see that he was standing and 
talking, with the easiest air in the world, holding his cap in his 
hand, and shaking back his freshly combed hair. The contrast 
of this ease with the bitter anxieties he had created convulsed 


quentersof 8«n Mar^ZK^Trt "^"^ ''"'"'wL- 
thwugh her inmd,-nwmZ™T.. '''"''*"•'■ ^tA^hed 
">en.» And her light .tepbZZ h"° ^ 'P~^ '»^°« t^O"* 
ie had tiine to move, whUe fW* "'"'* "P°» l"™ before 

IfadonnaBomol.." ' '*'^'' Cronaoa w«, aaymg, «Hereoom« 

anxious watching, but there w^ a «.!>. f ^««"'* '''^ W 
anj^etjr in her eyU aa X s Jd^ "^ "' ~"'««'^8 «!«> than 

wonu^n. andue,Sn1a^ri?3en^V.^'P'''' '-'o" ^^^^ 

but Ser Cec^errn^o^^fet '^k""*"" °^ "•« ^'e. 

«^w«aecretl, agSi;Xt^^"'^^^'°^■ 
H and the reverse of geS L t '^""'' '"'* "•""""-■ 
«bam,. It foUowed that he WMnotftl , %-^^ ^*°»t 
"8 was not for.a of Tito Melema. 






light WM getting dim, wh«n her hiuband entered. He had 
oome straight to this room to seek her, with a thoroughly de- 
fined intention, and there was something new to Bomola in his 
manner and expression as he looked at her silently on enter- 
ing, and, without taking off his cap and mantle, leaned one 
elbow on the cabinet, and stood directly in front of her. 

Bomola, fully assured during the day of the Frate's safety, 
was feeling the reaction of some penitence for the access of 
distrust and indignation which had impelled her to address 
her husband publicly on a matter that she knew he wished to 
be private. She told herself that she had probably been 
wrong. The scheming duplicity which she had heard even 
her godfather allude to as inseparable from party tactics might 
be sufficient to account for the connection with Spini, without 
the supposition that Tito had ever meant to further the plot. 
She wanted to atone for her impetuosity by confessing that she 
had been too hasty, and for some hours her mind had been 
dwelling on the possibility that this confession of hers might 
lead to other frank words breaking the two years' silence of 
their hearts. The silence had been so complete that Tito 
was ifmorant of her having fled from him and come back 
again; they had never approached an avowal of that past 
which, both in its young love and in the shock that shattered 
the love, lay looked away from them like a banquet-room 
where death had once broken the feast 

She looked up at him with that submission in her glance 
which belonged to her state of self-reproof; but the subtle 
change in his face and manner arrested her [speech. For a 
few moments they remained silent, looking at each other. 

Tito himself felt that a crisis was come in his married life. 
The husband's determination to mastery, which lay deep be- 
low all blandness and beseechingness, had risen permanently 
to the surface now, and seemed to alter his face, as a face is 
altered by a hidden muscular tension with which a man is 
secretly throttling or stamping out the life from something 
feeble, yet dangerous. 

" Bomola," he began, in the cool liquid tone that made her 
shiver, "it is time that we should understand each other." 
He paused. 


tuwdity of self-doubt in it ^^L'^T', ""^ '"^^« bat the 
"^ Yoa ^l'"*'*""''' <»"' -" enlth ''" ' """^'^ ''"^o-i" 

« a fuller and firmer toneflito STh^S"'"' ""»" """^ 

iToS-sr "--"« "^"Snl Kris 
-/oC':?::.r«£,':j-tr'^^^ ^e without 

^tt our jK«ition a, hnaband ^d ^""Tw"k '"«°"'I«'iW« 


"»g> but we see a very litlJe «„Tf, * *"^ ''"'»8'>t <rf say- 

>»« is to occur in fature wh^' """'•'"^ ^^' "ttaVnoth- 
auspicions. You ..eT^teZ.TT ^"^ ™'««'°»able 
70U have no belief in n>e. l^Z ' -^ ^'"' "'KJ-* «•»* 
prated conclusion yea may ^^ frC'P™*^ "* '^7 exag- 
I wish to point out to you wW T. ^T, ^^\* P"""'"""' b"* 
your making such exagg^todLn,.^J' to bo the fruit of 
fering in affairs of whf^ vo^ .^i""""''"' " Sround for inter- 

tboroughly awake to wStTar^C^;- ^°" '''*«'"tio^ 
He paused for a reply. ^"'^^ 

tHis '^kZfof::^:^'''^ ^ ^P'-^"« --t-ent at 
devising crimes for me, and you ma" '"i^K-^a'^n at work 





with io mnoh oounge, bat the urMt and rain Of many among 
the ohief men in Florence, inolading Meuer Bernardo del Kero. " 

Tito had meditated a deoisive move, and be had made it. 
The flush died out of Bomola'i face, and her very lips were 
pale — an unutual effect with her, for the wu little subject to 
fear. Tito perceived hia sucoeti. 

" Tou would perhape flatter yourself," he went on, "that 
you were performing a heroic deed of deliverance: yoa might 
as well try to turn looks with fine words as apply such notions 
to the politics of Florence. The question now is, not whether 
you can have any belief in me, but whether, now you have 
been warned, you will dare to rush, like a blind man with a 
torch in his hand, amongst intricate affairs of which you 
know nothing." 

Bomola felt as if her mind Wk.'e held in a vice by Tito's: 
the possibilities he had indicated were rising before her with 
terrible clearness. 

" I am too rash," she said. " I will try not to be rash." 

"Bemember," said Tito, with unsparing insistence, "that 
your act of distrust toward me this morning might, for aught 
you knew, have had more fatal effects than that sacrifice of 
your husband which you have learned to contemplate without 

" Tito, it is not so," Bomola burst forth in a pleading tone, 
rising and going nearer to him, with a desperate resolution to 
speak out. " It is false that I would willingly sacrifice you. 
It has been the greatest effort of my life to cling to you. I 
wenl away in my anger two years ago, and I came back again 
because I was more bound to you than to anything else on 
earth. But it is useless. You shut me out from your mind. 
You affect to think of me as a being too unreasonable to share 
in the knowledge of your affairs. You will be open with me 
about nothing." 

She looked like his good angel pleading with him, as she 
bent her face toward him with dilated eyes, and laid her hand 
upon his arm. But Bomola's touch .d glance no longer 
stirred any fibre of tenderness in her husband. The good- 
humored, tolerant Tito, incapable of hatred, incapable almost 
of impatience^ disposed always to be gentle toward the test of 


l«d known. With Mh^ZT^ the .trongest influence he 

•-«ulin. effeotitii' of inSTe^d '''^'^''°"' "" ""^ « 
•harpneasofedge. i. itJif 1° ""^ P^P"*' "hioh, like 

out «,y strong m'l ntS^" ZZF^'J°'^''' '" "'^ -"«"- 
which thwarted hie. and no »^n ^^ " ""ergyof her own 
f«.bH will endure ^be^g thw".^d bt%" ""^ •«'«'P«'">alIy 
must be a relation either of evm^L^ 1 ""'• *^""»8«' 

o«nge. I have not ob^!^ !t^' °' ^^ * Pl*^ into an 
•ffloaoy that way. YonZtZ^J^t^'*^'" '"'^« »"«''' 
«trongin>pre8,ionsinaZrbI?to» '^^t" ^ I'-'ve certain 
topreasions, and youT" iu^/ ° ',f ''"'"°* "»'"'> t^oee 
oonwquenoe You have chaT^^''" f ''•"* *~'» '»« « 
«»t I have ohan^ tllafd y^ tT*?** ""^ ' '' '« '""•"'•"J 
">tn>»peot. VVeWe^ilnwrj ^* *"""'«" to take any 
difoni!" * '""P'y *°»dapt°«™elvestoalteredoM,^ 

,B<;S'w*trr.:::sr.i^.frt^»'^ -peniy'^ud 

living muscle against someE-"*""*' ^""n "»i°« 
"It was the seTe of d^nt on ?n """"^"""toble resistance* 
that has kept us ap^^Cd > ■^''" *^** "^"^l^^ ""»' "^d 
fi«t. Youchan;^Cardtel"n°t'™'"''"^°'^8«<l 
chain-armor. YoThad^lT *^^' y°" ^"* ""« that 
that oldman-Ldlsi hZ ""^ "-"-it was about 

went on, in a C of Znltd ent^a^.^j'"^- ^"°'" ""« 
tell me everything let iT^twT^' '* J'"" ''""Id o°oe 
pain-thatt^ere m%K S wai?.:^^^-^ '"'^'^ °°* "-^l 
»ible that we could begin a „eS^"" "" '' "* »«' P"- 

Heatd7i%::si\'urth:vr°" "-«'- '^•'°'« ^-. 

him. He t«>k no notice "f R T^ ««««°e<i tohave whitened 
ment's pause, sa^° Suy^L''"""'''' « "^P^' b«t after a mo- 


■I I ^ 

f. Ml 




" Totu impctiKMitj kbont triflta, Bomola, luw » frMain; in- 
fluano* that would oool the bathi of Nero. " At the** onttliia 
worda, Aomola shrank and drew heraelf up into her usual aalt- 
sustained attitude. Tito went on. " If by • that old man ' 
you mean the mad Jaoopo di Nola who attempted my life and 
made b strange aoousation against me, of which I told you 
nothirg because it would have alarmed you to no purpose, he, 
poor wretch, has died in prison. I saw his name in the list 
of dead." 

"I know nothing about his aoousation," said Bomola. 
"But 1 know he is the man whom I saw with the rope round 
his neck in the Duomo— the man whose portrait Piero dl 
Cosimo painted, grasping your arm as he saw him grasp it the 
day the French entered, the day you first wore the armor." 

"And where u he now, pray?" said Tito, still pale, but 
goreming himself. 

" He was lying lifeless in the street from starration," said 
Bomola. "1 rerived him with bread and wine. I brought 
hi'n tr ;ir ioK, but he refused to come in. Then I gave 
him some money, and he went away without telling me any- 
thing. But he had found out that I was your wife. Who is 

" A man, half nuul, half imbecile, who was once my father's 
servant in Greece, and who has a rancorous hatred toward me 
because I got him dismissed for theft Now you have the 
whole mystenr, and the further satisfaction of knowing that I 
am again in da iger of assassination. The fact of my wearing 
the armor, about which you seem to have thought so much, 
must have led you to infer that I was in danger from this 
man. Was that the reason you < those to cultivate his ac- 
quaintance and invite him into the house? " 

Bomola was mute. To speak was only like rushing with 
bare breast against a shield. 

Tito moved from his leaning posture, slowly took off his 
cap and mantle, and pushed back his hair. He was collect- 
ing himself for some final words. And Bomola stood upright, 
looking at him as she might have looked at some on-coming 
deadly force, to be met only by silent endurance. 
"We need not refer to tb ie matters again, Bomola," he 

0OUIfTlR.0H«0K. fgf 

«J affair. 'y^„ STS^^ir^' ^°" *^ ^*"^'^' '» Politi- 
but to be r^»inr^o^Tnt^Z7 "" '"? «"-«"' 
« not yet . .uffloiently wd,nt pSn r^,°° ""• '^°» 
•«r Bernardo del Nero U^e n^T?! '"u^''"" """ "e.- 
JW^oVJori the „c£g,^M^ki,'^'?"«*\r Metier 
""nd no promise from youT' ^ "''"^ ^ ""•^ «»•■ 

;• I have understood you too weU, Tito." 

^1«°°"8V' he ««ud, leaving 'the Im. 

•haU alway. be dW^;d .^^ -,t^-' T"" ^'^ ''" ^e 
tkrough her mind. "ITnie.. ''^.J°^'^'/'"'"'^ »'•"% 

d.n vleion had startled wtto .ih .^::,1''^'°'"« '"<^- 
oomeandjoinusi" ""»»P«»li— unless misery should 

oiS'th'rdrb:Cd'£nfb U' "-^"^ '^''' ^- ^^ 

Horenc a. soon as hi. life LreTaJ SLI^^.^'I °l '•*'^« 

rtepping-stonetoaUfeelsewhe™ ™rh^ *„ '"«'' '"""S^ 
there was now for the flr.f T- ' P*""P* «* Kon»e or MUan, 

from EomoCJnd tj leave wLn'S'*' ' """"' *° '«"«^ 
to belong to the de^™w. * -^^""^ ^"°- S''' J-ad ceased 
poMibiufyVt e^JlS,^^^^ ^"'"«= 
inenes. on hi. W^ ^^ ° ^."^ *^''"' *'"">"' K^nu- 
V»st. «,d con ss^'invdXT" ""^i''"* ~"^«"'- °' ">« 
1-d a. little bent ttat war .1 1 ?i^°v *"^'"'- »"' Tito 
it. teeth are grown^ 5^™ ,? ^^ 1»» to lap milk when 
«d .«reeabrwe\no^^.f T^^*"- ">at T" ""' ^^^ 
cling to them? *" '''^''' "liy »hould he 

.idtLsrrhar':'r,^?r '"»""^' ^*^ °*--'- 

Spini, who had come baok^"^j"""""°^'^<"''"l'Dolfo 
Boaking with r^ and W. v ""^^ ^' "^ ineffectual 
between RoLlTaufhrellat^flW "?'"■*' '^'^^-^---e 
Spini's ear, might te a Te^d o? JlfV ^°°'' '^"' '«P°^d i" 
tban suspicion* But now ^° iea«T?T,"°" "°'""'''8«»ble 

"•-ateredBomolabyltLT^rSi'' ^'T'* "•"* •"> '""^ 
/ » «rrc. hieh appealed to the strongest 



foioes of her nature. He had alarmed her affeotjn. . . j- d her 
oonsoienoe bj- the shadowy image of consequences. lie had ai- 
rested her intellect by hanging before it the idea < J a hopeless 
complexity in affairs which defied any moral judguei fc. 

Yet Tito was not at ease. The world was not yet quii£ 
cushioned with velvet, and, if it had been, he could not have 
abandoned himself to that softness with thorough enjoyment) 
for before he went out again this evening he put on his ooat of 



The wmtry days passed for Bomola as the white ships pass 
one who is standing lonely on the shore — passing in silence 
and sameness, yet each bearing a hidden burden of coming 
change. Tito's hint had mingled so much dread with her in- 
terest in the progress of public affairs that she had begun to 
court ignorance rather than knowledge. The threatening Ger- 
man Emperor was gone again; and, in other ways besides, the 
position of Florence was alleviated; but so much distress re- 
mained that Bomohk's active duties were hardly diminished, 
and in these, as usual, her mind found a refuge from its doubt. 

She dared not rejoice that the relief which had come in 
extremity and had appeared to justify the policy of the Urate's 
party was making that party so triumphant that Francesco 
Valori," hot-tempered chieftain of the Piagnoni, had been 
elected Gonfaloniere at the beginning of the year, and was 
making haste to have as much of his own liberal way as possi- 
ble during his two months of power. That seemed for the 
moment like a strengthening of the party most attached to 
freedom, and a re-enforcement of protection to Savonarola; 
but } „omola was now alive to every suggestion likely to deepen 
her forebr'ing, that whatever the present might be, it was 
only an unconscious brooding over the mixed germs of Change 
which might any day become tragic. And already by Carnival 
time, a little aftei mid-February, her presentiment was con- 


the Corso degli A°bizri lo i!^K^''*'°« *° I""""^' t<"'"<i 

there was to be a s^ene „^I! ^T* •'*"» ^'8noria, where 
Florentine eyt: LTdesi e'toZ if "» ^.«»' ""»* «" 

struggled to get UP th«Z,i^^ "'"* ''" companions had 
wel/fpieed^^rthLetncr lucbE w' '""^"^ ^"'""^ 
city where Christ had been deci^Sl' """ """ *° "^ ^ " 

eve^;re%ntroVa" W dS:'r-r °* -^-^ -«> -^0'' 
sake of „atifvta»° 1„H* ^ Mght-seeing purely for the 
day was^elfnTv „ I °' '"""^ ^"^ "^^^'•'^ f™nd. The 


taS':s:„rverof*ttfjxr.* ^t^ *^''*'"''' -'«•'* 

was still alone. 'i^T^S 4e -«i*'r ''"^ ■"" 
thing monstrous and many-«>S iTthr,!,^ ! '"'' *"""■ 
or, rather, like a h„„» « T ■ ^ '"^"I* °* * pyramid, 
on the b^^ohes wMenitr^' ^"^^ .* ^^'J-i^h. with'^helve^ 

tW reachedt^ireLroret^%tr SeT *"^ 
wasfullof life- sliirhf ^„„„ c "'KJiiy yaros. Tiie Piazza 

olive wreathTo; S/earwe™mo" "'Z'' ^f^"*^ ''* 
base of the t)vra,nj^„i *! ' ^'""'"TU'K to and fro about the 

»J^r^£rrdmat^:'f'^^''« '^^'^^'^ *"» °^ ''"gt*- 

in the distance to m^JtJiu "'J^^^^e to various points 
oisBUice to survey the wondrous whole: whUe a oon- 

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Biderable group, ar^ongat whom Bomola reoognued Piero di 
Cosimo, standing on the marble steps of Oroagna's Loggia, 
seemed to be keeping aloof in discontent and scorn. 

Approaching nearer, she paused to look at the multifarions 
objects ranged in gradation from the base to the summit of the 
pyramid. There were tapestries and brocades of immodest 
design, pictures and sculptures held too likely to incite to 
vice; there were boards and tables for all sorts of games, 
playing-cards along with the blocks for printing them, dice, 
and other apparatus for gambling; there were worldly music 
books, and musical instruments in all the pretty varieties of 
lute, drum, cymbal, and trumpet; there were masks and mas- 
querading-dresses used in the old Carnival shows; there were 
handsome copies of Ovid, Boccaccio, Petrarca, Puloi, and 
other books of a vain or impure sort; there were all the im- 
plements of feminine vanity — rouge-pots, false hair, mirrors, 
perfumes, powders, and transparent veils intended to provoke 
inquisitive glances: lastly, at the very summit, there was the 
unflattering ef&gy of a probably mythical Venetian merchant, 
who was understood to have offered a heavy sum for this col- 
lection of marketable abominations, and, soaring above him in 
surpassing ugliness, the symbolic figure of the old debauched 

This was the preparation for a new sort of bonfire the 

Burning of Vanities. Hidden in the interior of the pyramid 
was a plentiful store of dry fuel and gunpowder; and on this 
last day of the festival, at evening, the pile of vanities was to 
be set ablaze to the sound of trumpets, and the ugly old Car- 
nival was to tumble into the flames amid the songs of reform- 
ing triumph. 

This crowning act of the new festivities could hardly have 
been prepared but for a peculiar organization which had been 
started by Savonarola two years before. The mass of the 
Florentine boyhood and youth was no longer left to its own 
genial promptings toward street mischief and crude dissolute- 
ness. Under the training of Fra Domenico, a sort of lieuten- 
ant to Savonarola, lads and striplings, the hope of Florence, 
were to have none but pure words on their lips, were to have 
a zeal for Unseen Grood that should put to shame the luke- 



warmneas of their elders, and were to kn„„ 
of an angelio sort - sintriT^ T T "° Pleasure save 

white robes. It was for T.l w^ f™'"*" """^ ^»lking in 
been raised high ^afnst thTwT '^\"^«^ »* seats h^ 
had been used to hTr stona J, "^ V" ^'"""°' '"'i «>ey 
glory of a city bt^^wJTIJ"^^^^ *° *^«'n "« tie future 

These fresLh^k^H^f ^^°'°**"* '° ^^ ^^ ''°'^ "^ God 
generated iiSlftZerr ''■' "?"' »««''*« ^ «^« ™- 
sacred parody of tie oTdC^'"":'^' "^'"^ ""^ ^ <^^ «* 
time? There wJT to Je a W^'™ '*'° """^'^^ '" *>>« "Id 
from off the earth mAt Z"""' <"»'»"n>i"g impurity 
There were to bT—sions nnw ^?,fy""»«" Processions? 
white robes and r~ °es ZZ' ^y' *^' "^'"''"^^ ''«™ *° be 
peace and innocent glaresr-^,^ tf ? wreaths-emblems of 
aloft were to teU thftrtu^^Ts^^'^^''"-^ r«-^eW 
dancing in a ring under the open swTVh^ p ^*™ ^'° 

sound of choral voices chanting llse Lis? T^"'"^ to the 
dancing in a rine now h„^ ^ ■ ! ^^ There was to be 

ternal love and livtaT'iov Ih"*?^ "^ """"^^ "-"^ '«'<7 *" ^a- 
of hymns. As for TJ.^, . ! °""'' "'«' "^ ■>« the music 

suppers, but^for the Cefit oTth! 1 ^°"" '^'^ «»P«'fluous 
besides, there was the Slg omeS"' "^'If' "^^ 

tbia^s^SssTSrrtt'^/T *° ^°- - 

given up to them. Perhaw X? I"'" Anathema should be 
bad been surrendered M»I . ^' """* "''°^«d vanities 

bad still cerraSl tTle Srd\!n 'I' ^'"'^"^ '^« ''°"««I'°H 
intended to p^uce 1 » 1^ ^' u"'"^''* *'°'° ^^ ^-evant 

mostingenuo'u^fZT? ifsTlttrV"'':?''''°'° °^ «>« 
oast them into the ^sket „f h ^""* '^*'" ^"""^ a°d 

ringlets and coils of "Sw^"'-/''n''''P«' '"'^ ^ad 
to the street-door, not on h«A ' 7^^°' }^^ ^" ^^ng thorn 

publicly renounr^L^Vn^tt a ^:tichVM h^ '"'^ ^ 
signs of age under a ehastlv J^lr 1, '"^ respectable 

ward, she would heL fresh^oT. v^ °* ^''"*' ^'"^' '" '«' 
on hep and her hoZ ^ ^ *" P'°"'»"<:e e blessing 

The beardless Inquisitors, organized into little regiments, 



doubtleas took to their work very willingly. To ooene people 
by shame, or other spiritual pelting, into the giving up of 
things it will probably vex them to part with, is a form of 
piety to which the boyish mind is most readily converted; 
and if some obstinately winked men got enraged and threat- 
ened the whip or the cudgel, this also was exciting. Savo- 
narola himself evidently felt about the training of these boys 
the difficulty weighing on all minds with noble yearnings 
toward great ends, yet with that imperfect perception of 
means which forces a resort to some supernatural constraining 
influence as the only sure hope. The Florentine youth had 
had very evil habits and foul tongues : it seemed at first an 
unmixed blessing when they were got to shout " Viva Oetti/" 
But Savonarola was forced at last to say from the pulpit, 
" There is a little too much shouting of ' Viva Oeaii I ' This 
constant uttering of sacred words brings them into contempt. 
Let me have no more of that shouting till the next Festa." 

Nevertheless, as the long stream of white-robed youthful- 
ness, with its little red crosses and olive wreaths, had gone to 
the Duomo at dawn this morning to receive the communion 
from the hands of Savonarola, it was a sight of beauty; and. 
doubtless, many of those young souls were laying up mem- 
ories of hope and awe that might save them from ever resting 
in a merely vulgar view of their work as men and citizens. 
There is no kind of conscious obedience that is not an ad- 
vance on lawlessness, and these boys became the generation 
of men who fought greatly and endured greatly in the last 
struggle of their Bepublic. Now, in the intermediate hours 
between the early communion and dinner-time, they were 
making their last perambulations to collect alms and vanities, 
and this was why Bomola saw the slim white figures moving 
to and fro about the base of the great pyramid. 

"What think you of this folly. Madonna Komola?" said a 
brusque voice close to her ear. " Your Piagnoni will make a pleasant prospect to ns, if they are to carry things 
their own way on earth. It's enough to fetch a cudgel over 
the mountains to see painters, like Lorenzo di Credi and young 
Baccio there, helping to bum color out of life in this fashion." 
" My good Piero)" said Bomola, looking up and smiling at 


J^f„«'h T" T 'T ^"'^ """■* ^ S'-^ 'o »«« """o of these 

"What then?" said Piero, turning round on her sharply 
I never said a woman should make a black patch of^er 

shltfr'* "^^ ^'^^l^^^^- Val Madonna AnHgonerit's a 
shame for a woman with your hair and shoulders to run i^t^ 
such nonsense-leave it to women who are not worth pZtT. 
.atl the most holy Virgin herself has always been dressed 
wm. that's the doctrine of the Church :_talk of heresv iT 
tl ^°" »^o""i lite to know what the exceUen Me'ss» 
Bardo would have said to the burning of the divine poete W 
these Frati, who are no better an imitation of men th^ ^ 
Uiey were onions with the bulbs uppermost. Look at that 

that the heavenly Laura was a painted harridan? A^d Boo 

Z7:flZ ° ^;? r'^ *° ""y- ^'"*°''"» Eomola^ou w^o 
are fit to be a model for a wise Saint Catherine of Egyp^-dc 

mZTl'M ^ ''^•^°" ^"r" "«^» '««1 the stories of&^. 
mortal Messer Giovanni? " 

"It is true I have read them, Piero, " said Eomola. « Some 

t^T * 8!^"^""?^ *'"«« "^0'' ^J»«° I was a little girl. I 

S ^Ut SiffT '"'" -' '"''- '- -^-p' - '^- 

«««««?» said Piero, in a fiercely challenging tone. 
«.. .7 ! ^™ T" *''"'8" '° ^^'^ I do not want ever to for- 
S^?'?i^°'°^'. " ^"* y°" '"»''* '»°f««'>. K»°* that a g™^ 
ends. Men do not want books to make them think lightly of 
Gir^amo for teaching that we owe our time to somethin" 

.Sa^^ yes. it's very well to say so now you've read them." 
~ud Piero, bitterly, turning on his heel iid walking aTay 

a ^rTnf*; *^ '"^'f °°' ™^^8 "* ^'"»'» '°°"e°do. with 
a sort of tenderness toward the old painter's anger, because 
she knew aat her father would have felt sometS St 



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stoiot r^^;l " "^TT °^ °° '"''"•' «°"i"°" with the 
sbiot and sombre view of pleasure which tended to repress 
poetry in the attempt tc repress vice. Sorrow Id joXv" 

like Savonarola's which ultimately blesses mankind by Kivine 
the soul a strong propulsion toward sympathy wittoaSi^? 
^gnauon against wrong, and the subju^tion of sIsuSir" 
mast always incur the reproach of a great negation. Bomola'; 
We had given her an affinity for sadness which inevTteblv 

t^re whiT"'' n r ** '""'^'»*- ^* ""btle res ,1 of oih 
ture which we call Taste was subdued by the need for deewr 

kted'h! ^"'* ?v*' "'•*' '^*""^'''' °f '^« palate „r^X 

u^erS^Td?"""-''- ^"^^.^ '^"''ituall/amongst scene of 

W h^S ^ ^""^ r""^ " '""•^•o"* disap^intment in 

beneficent strength had no dissonance for her """"^""^e 



Jn'^T^".**^ ^"y recognized by us-a figure not clad 
m b^k^but in the old red, green, and whit^^ app^Ll^ 
ing the Piazza that morning to see the Carnival. She came 
«.m an opposite pomt, for Tessa no longer Uvei on tte hm 

to fiT'h ^^«>°"8W It best for that and other reasons 

to find her a new home, but still in a quiet airy quarter in 

t-JT!iT ""^ """"^ °"* Bight-seeing without special leave 
Tito had been with her the evening before, and s^had C 

throat unbl she saw him in a state of radiant ease, with one 

WnTi*^^''*"'V"'°' '^^ *^« °*« resting grntiy on 
her own shoulder as she tried to make the tiny Nto^ st^v 
«! her legs. She was sure then that the weaZLI^i 


ttigJit avoid vexing NMolT ! '^'^^'"^' by which she 
way. She oouid md no^g ell r \"'"« "' ^« °w\ 
"adagooddealinherhuSftce "' """* '*"»•'» *° 
">? five yeare before, not hfvL L ' °" " ^*"*'" '°°"- 
cei^ never retnrned8onearlvShfr'''^^.^°''"8«'' *" de- 
« that etraight-backedjarv^ a™ .r"°\°^^'^''°' "^^t^d 
vided for his comfort when h« «n ;^' """^ ^« J""-' P")- 
dr«.. Tito Wmself wLX i eTa't^r ^"'* "''* «"> 'l^- 
Uef which he felt in th J« ™!> ! ^' 8'''"^8 «ense of re- 
towardTe,,,^ "he waf t" i^°Zt -and"": '""^ ^"^ '"'^ 
P^t him of anything. ^T. ,^f *°° '"°«=«"' *<> sus- 

"Babbo; were /erysLtt his eL'o^rT "''''"« ^- 
he heard them. When i>« *v ? ' *^^ ^"^ whUe that 

neve, thought of T^Z.^^^ZV^^' ^^°""-^ ^« 
He was very fond of these Z,n/^K '^^^'**'« o°es behind, 
things that clung abolt C ZT^^^^fl ''I^Tl^'' J-"-- 
wherever affection can sprint iT ^iT ^l "^ °^ ^""- -A-nd 
blossom-pure, and brTaSCS' wh' ^ ° ^'"^ "^'^ «•« 
gww in. Poor Eomoh^ wSf ^ ht' »**^" ""^ " «ay 

Lisa any time, and if she isTV J,« f T ^''^ ''*' "''^ Monna 
sensible as c^ be-W^,'^.*^*;'^'^'!*"'' «"es, LiUo is as 

lillo, whose ereat Ir^! '°'^, **»"?« Mouna Lisa." 
his our'ls wereo^r igh V™:i^?°w ,."" *^« ^'^'^ because 
Babbo^s knee, and wS fS^^^tSt ^rtT '"'' 1"'"^'^ °" 
thumpmg Monna Lisa, who wll sh^tcfl v ""^^'g'""'* by 
her spinning at the other end^^^.^i'"" bead slowly over 
A wonderful boy!" said T,t„ 1 v^" 
"iKi'the?" said Tes«"l *^ "^^"'S' 

Tessa, eagerly, getting a littie clo«, to 



himi "and I might go and m« the Carnival to-morrow, luat 

for an hour or two, mightn't I?" 

"Oh, you wicked pigeon I" said Tito, pinching her cheek: 

thoee are your longings, are they? What have jcu +o do 

with carnivals now you are an old woman with two f hUrtren? " 

" But old women like to see things," said Tessa, her lower 

lip hanging a little. " Monna Lisa said she should like to go, 

only she's so deaf she can't hear what is behind her, and she 

thinks we couldn't take care of both the children." 

"No, indeed, Tessa," said Tito, looking rather grave, "you 
must not think of taking the chUdren into the crowded streets. 
else I shall be angiy." 

"But I have, never been into the Piazza without leave," 
said Tessa, in a frightened, pleading tone, " since the Holy 
Saturday, and I think Nofri is dead, for you know the poor 
madre died; and I shall never forget the Carnival I saw once; 
It was so pretty— all roses and a king and queen under them 
—and singing. I liked it better than the San Giovanni." 

" But there's nothing like that now, my Tessa. They are 
going to make a bonfire in the Piazza— that's all. But I can- 
not let you go out by yourself in the evening." 

" Oh, no, nol I don't want to go in the evening. I only 
want to go and see the procession l^y daylight. There mil be 
a procession — is it not true? " 

"Yes, after a sort," said Tito, "as Uvely as a flight of 
cranes. You must not expect roses and glittering kings and 
queens, my Tessa. However, I suppose any string of people 
to be called a procession will please your blue eyes. And 
there's a thing they have raised in the Piazza de' Signori for 
the bonfire. You may like to see that But come home early, 
and look like a grave Uttle old woman; and if you see any 
men with feathers and swords, keep out of their way; they 
are very fierce, and like to cut old women's heads oft." 

"Santa Madonna 1 where do they come fromi Ahl you 
are laughing; it is not so bad. But I will keep away from 
them. Only," Tessa went on in a whisper, putting her lips 
near Naldo's ear, " if I might take Lillo with me I He U verv 
sensible." ' 

"But who will thump Monn^v Lisa then, if she doesn't 

r«WI»PL.«L'KPRP"«iTI '•^^'^^ 


oonatancy that warranted pVeSL^'T"""' '*" '^^ "^'^ 
her up, and when Babbo wu ™^t^ ^^ *"* '*°* *° "natoi 
cent teeth and other tam^ Pf^"* 'l"" .'"*""'°° to the r^ 

the^tXTaT'^' ~^'^-"' ^^-^"a, and ^ 

abun£'ce.'''"'"Lr '"''." ,'«^'' Te,«^ delighted at thi, 
if I bring hin. sLShinr"""' """^ "'*'°"' I-^o so'LS; 

wWeSl^bo^LtJlt "Sd'^rt"'' «-«* «-a 
breeze cold enough to dern^d ft,l ""^ ^^'^ ^'' ^«l'r»aiy 
woollen dree,, i mantle w,ildw« T'^^ *•" ^« S'^ 
would haye hidden a newIT^2 "J^" "PPressive, for it 
withailver, the ordj oZ^Z^r^\K''' "'"P' """""ted 
her Teaea did no! tkZT^t^ !tT^ ^'^ '"^ «-«' "•ade 
one had ever told her it was d~^ r/ ^' ^«"™' ^^^ ■«> 
that her necklace and cCwe^^f' .k"* '^^ ""^ I"*** "»«» 
worn by the richest conS'" /* "•* P'«^e«t sort ever 
hood over her head so tha^e^^t „A "^'^ ^^' ''hite 
well displayed. These orna^e^t^M'*' ""J""" "'SJ"* he 

this oiz srsta^^tf "-"^ -^^«. 

»he was to fiU her smaJl bM^t Z Vt^^ "'"«' "^^ which 
one who Height be olaeJlS t; Yet h^'^^^ "' '^ "^ ""^ 



liooM to whioh ha had more than once dogged Tito. BaldM- 
Mure wu carrying a package of yam : he wa« constantly em- 
ployed iu that way, as a means of earning his scanty bread, 
and keeping the sacred fire of vengeance alive ; and he had 
come out of his way this morning, as he had often done be- 
fore, that he might pass by the house to whioh he had fol- 
lowed Tito in the evening. His long imprisonment had so in- 
tensified his timid suspicion and his belief in some diabolic 
fortune favoring Tito that he had not dared to pursue him, 
except -<nder cover of a crowd or of the darkness; he felt, 
with instinctive horror, that if Tito's eyes fell upon him, he 
should again be held up to obloquy, again be dragged away ; 
his weapon weuld be taken from him, and he should be cast 
helpless into a prison-oell. His fierce purpose had become as 
stealthy as a serpent's, whioh depends for its prey on one dart 
of the fang. Justice was weak and unfriended ; and he could 
not hear again the voice that pealed the promise of vengeance 
in the Duomo ; he had been there again and again, but that 
voice, too, had apparently been stifled by cunning strong- 
armed wickedness. For a long while, Baldassarre's ruling 
thought was to ascertain whether Tito still wore the armor, 
for now at last his fainting hope would have been contented 
with a successful stab on this side the grave ; bnt he would 
never risk his precious knife again. It was a weary time he 
had had to wait for the chance of answering this question by 
touching Tito's back in the press of the street. Since then, 
the knowledge that the sharp steel was useless, and that he 
had no'hope but in some new device, had fallen with leaden 
weight on his enfeebled mind. A dim vision of winning one 
of those two wives to aid him came before him continnally, and 
continually slid away. The wife who had lived on the hill 
was no longer there. If he could find her again, he might grasp 
some thread of a project, and work his way to more clearness. 
And this morning he had succeeded. He was quite certaiu 
now where this wife lived, and as he walked, bent a little 
under his burden of yam, yet keeping the green-and-white 
figure in sight, his mind was dwelling upon her and her cir- 
cumstances as feeble eyes dwell on lines and colors, trying to 
interpret them into consistent significance. 



M.lTtnJ'Sh«.';^om,"cJ.r'°,''!j''"« •'"•»• ""tout 
houra of a holiday b#for«tri. . , .'^ """kg the early 

to te billing noth^gb^i!^'" »^'°'« him, who «,e«ed 

v^ould also help to keen off h?i^'« "P"^" her bed; it 
Ninnaatronger Te/sl °nf*^' '"I'"""'! Perhaps in^e 
that ,he .night ask the peT'l't"-"^^^^^ "' »he atree 

that they would^ a IM,;^' P™V' ''''' '"^'""' f-^^ng 
her purchase of sheets Se^edW h"'.''!' *° "P"™ '«»" 
toward her hitherto, but whe'El ""^ ^"^ ^'^ """«d 
ni^danoldacquaintanLrf th„M ! "T '"""■h* r««og- 
•nd, accustomed to fe^That III I'T' ^""* FerraveccW. 
anoes, .he turned aw^y aRaLtH^" ^ "'"'^ °^^ ■"^""i-t' 
the street. But Brattf'. fyf "'\P'""^ to the other side of 
out at the comerX p^r^,^ ''" ""^'""'^ ^ '-'''4 
to haye escaped himVa^r.ieJ*"'"''''/"' '"" "o^emenf 
on ^the am> fL on^ oSetd TosCr"^ """'"*'* ''^ " '»P 


four White qua^ita^rairpCM f^^^^^onuT, 

cusit:;iirarhrrrtbi''r *r ''•t^^^^^ 

to apeak he exclaimed, "8?^.^';'^' ''"' ''^^" """^ hegan 
be the Uttle Tessa, a^d lL£„^''l^°/^r^'°^'^'' '"°"'" 
WhatI you'yedonenoue tte wL^ /^ ."" * "P« "??'<" 
from father Nofri? You wereTtL '■ . '. ''^"'"^ "'"'y 
on crutohe. now, and a or^hZ Mill "?.f °^ "' ^'^ he goes 

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••w ROMOLA. 

"I'm married," taidTcaM, rather demarely, remembering 
Naldo'i command that she ihould behave with graTifyj "and 
my hutbaod takes great care of me." 

"Ah, then, you've fallen on your feet I Nofri aaid yon 
were good-for-nothing vermlo ; but what then? An aaa may 
bray a good while before he (hakea the itan down. I alwaya 
•aid you did well to run away, and it isn't often Bratti's in 
the wrong. Well, and so you've got a husband and plenty of 
money. Then you'll never think much of giving four white 
quattrini for a red cross. I get no profit) but what with the 
famine and the new religion, all other merchandise is gone 
down. You live in the country where the chestnuts are plenty, 
eh? You've bever wanted for polenta, I jtta see." 

" No, I've never wanted anytiiing," said Tessa, still on her 

" Then you can afford to buy a oroes. I got a Padre to 
bless them, and you get blessing and all for four quattrini. It 
isn't for the profit; I hardly get a danaro by the whole lot. 
But then they're holy wares, and it's getting harder and 
harder work to see your way to Paradise : the very Carnival 
is like Holy Week, and the least you can do to keep the 
Devil from get t'le upper hand is to buy a cross. God 
guard you 1 think whsi the Devil's tooth is I You've seen him 
biting the man in San Giovanni, I should hope? " 

Tessa felt much teased and frightened. " Oh, Bratti," she 
said, with a discomposed face, " I want to buy a great many 
confetti : I've got little Lillo and Ninna at home. And nice 
colored sweet things cost a great deal. And they will not 
like the cross so well, though I know it would be good to 
have it." 

"Come, then," said Bratti, fond of laying up a store of 
merits by imagining possible extortions and then heroically 
renouncing them, " since you're an old acquaintance, you shall 
have it for two quattrini. It's making you a present of the 
cross, to say nothing of the blessing." 

Tessa was reaching out her two quattrini with trembling 
hesitation, when Bratti said abruptly, "Stop a bit! Where 
do you live? " 

"Oh, a long way off," she, almost aat"j- -, 


»«rf i. .Uoked b.W.^ " "" '"P °' "" liouM whM. ,S 

l.t yp'Lri.V:!if "^f ;,Jf • f*f° if»« to-i " then 1 ,1 
you lire iMid. the gate.? 1. '^' '"' "" ■»<»'V- So 

•npy at thi. reviva^TfVnf? ""^ '"* ^"^do .hould be 
th. money. Take It „ot " °''' "'<"^'""''«- "lo^,p^ 

^"''f^'S^^S^i:^^ not a Wheaned 

I -.t go and ,^tiZeIZ'^Z'L'' '"-^""J '»'^'' '"^ 

Brattj went on hi. wav .„J t ' -P"^""" 

aoney into confetti before ^fZ"""^ f'in'uJated to change her 
"top, a littJe fluttered bvi.« T'''""' ^'"" ^^^ ^^po" 
W n.o,e about Ka^h^ htS ""L*"" '""» '"" B'^« 
were certainly more danger. ilT^^ r"'** ''PP™^"- There 
!J "tayingathome, and*he^o„THT**??**"'''C»"'^«l««n 
« -he had known tCmeSHM '■''"'''' '°°"»*"»8Jy 
to kill her husband on the LTl t« .^,T' ^^° *••«» ""-^ 
But she had not noticed tL'ii'':^/,''^^'^e«pi^^ ter in eight. 
The oonsoiougness of having a .L.n if wf ? °° *■'" '^"k. 
make the children glad diZfsX^J^t^^ °' *''^«» *» 
teiea the Via de' Librai herfl l^ ^"'^' ""^ « "h" en- 
childlike content, l^d' now Ihe thf l!^ 1"'"^ ^'P""""" <^ 
procesgioa coming, for.helww^^ ^*u' *''*"' ""^ «"»lly a 
her heart began opJjLtewTfK ""^ '^^ " *^«. and 
little aside, but in that n«tw'i:T'"*'°"- ."'"' '*^ » 
of being obliged to look ve^ll V?!'! '"" """ P'*"»™ 
't was the Holy Mother with T- R k ?""" ""^ P'0%-' 
Tessa had belie/edin mo^i mo^ ' ''^'"* ^°'« ^°' ^er 
babies; and the figures iTlwta ^^ ""'^ "^^ ^ ^ad her 
their heads, but HW^^crosae. b "t°h °"^^-f ""• '"«»"« °° 
her some satisfaction that Z also hL ^ "'^'•7^'«^ "'"""^ 
ta«"ly, they looked as beautiful?. ^ ^'' ""* '"°"- Cer- 
and to Tessa's mind theTtool^!/ the angeh. on the cloudi 
-erythingelsethafcSrhe^iliJ'^^--'^f t"<i, "^» 

"1 uie. How and whence did 



they come? She did not mind much about knowing. Bnt oat 
thing surpriged her as newer than wreaths and crosses ; it was 
that some of the white figures carried baskets between them. 
What could the baskets be for? 

But now they were very near, and, to her astonishment, they 
wheeled aside and came straight up to her. She trembled as 
she would have done if St. Michael in the picture had shaken 
his head at her, and was conscious of nothing but terrified 
wonder till she saw close to her a round boyish face, lower 
than her own, and heard a treble voice saying, " Sister, you 
carry the Anathema about you. Yield it up to the blessed 
Oesii, and He will adorn you with the gems of His grace." 

Tessa was 'only more frightened, understanding nothing. 
Her first conjecture settled on her basket of sweets. They 
wanted that, these alarming angels. Oh, dear, deart She 
looked down at it. 

"No, sister," said a taller youth, pointing to her necklace 
and the clasp of her belt, " it is those vanities that are the 
Anathema. Take ofF that necklace and unclasp that belt, that 
they may be burned in the holy Bonfire of Vanities, and save 
you from burning." 

"It is the truth, my sister," said a still taller youth, evi- 
dently the archangel of this band. " Listen to these voices 
speaking the divine message. You already carry a red cross : 
let that be your only adornment. Yield up your necklace and 
belt, and you shall obtain grace." 

Thia was too much. Tessa, overcome with awe, dared not 
say " no," but she was equally unable to render up her beloved 
necklace and clasp. Her pouting lips were quivering, the 
tears rushed to her eyes, and a great drop fell. For a mo- 
meat she ceased to see anything; she felt nothing but confused 
terror and misery. Suddenly a gentle hand was laid on her 
arm, and a soft, wonderful voice, as if the Holy Madonna were 
speaking, said, "Do irnt be afraid; no one shaJl harm you." 

Tessa looked up and saw a lady in black, with a young 
heavenly face and loving hazel eyes. She had never seen any 
one like this lady before, and under other circumstances might 
have had awestruck thoughts about her ; but now everything 
else wag overcome by the sense that loving protection was near 



SeLtl^th^T."^'^^"" *^* ^"*«'' "''"""K !>« swelling 

" I can't give them to be burnt. My husband-he bought 
Sltr.ter ""'' "" - ^""^-""^ Kinnl-XSh' 

whi^rol^^^ ^-^ *~ *^''"''" ^"1 Ko""!". «P«akmg to the 
white robed boys in a tone of mUd authority, nt answers no 

KL nitVhl^t '°n?"f "P """^ things against "erwuT 

wh^!*!^""* ^'".°^'''' ''"'^ '''«' "°t to be resisted, and the 
white train moved on. They even moved with hastTl if 

bTsthlrthif '"' ""«''* ''"'" ^y-' an^lttlt^i,^ 
"I'wm ^ "'" f '""^ *" ^^ ^'"^" "^^ "aid, still agitated- 

^S'E?-— ---- 

fin^^'li'^ ?™* "°'^^'" *** ""'"'V' «°d said, "Now can we 
find room for your necklace and belt in yo,^ basket? AM 
^.^ basket s full of crisp things that wSl^ : tt nt^ 
careful, and hiy the heavy necklace under them." 
It was like a change in a dream to Tesaa-the escane fm™ 

car-Slv uL7T.^"\''^° '"'* ^'°°'^" "^^ ««'d, as Eomola 

oamival? Else you have not far to go to the Piazza de' ^i 
gnori. and there you would see the pil! for the ^erbo^re."' 




*' ^o, oh no 1 " said Tessa, eagerly ; " I shall never like bon- 
fires again. I will go back." 

"Yon live at some oastello, doubtless," said Bomdla, not 
waiting for an answer. " Toward which gate do you go? " 

"Toward Por' Santa Crooe." 

"Come, then," said Bomola, taking her by the hand and 
leading her to the corner of a street nearly opposite. " If you 
go down there," she said, pausing, "you will soon be in a 
straight road. And I must leave "ou now, because some one 
else expects me. You will not be frightened. Your pretty 
things are quite safe now. Addio." 

"Addio, Madonna," said Tessa, almost in a whisper, not 
knowing what' else it would be right to say; and in an instant 
the heavenly lady was gone. Tessa turned to catch a last 
glimpse, but she only saw the tall gliding figure vanish round 
the projecting stonework. So she went on her way in wonder, 
longing to be once more safely housed with Honna Lisa, nn- 
desirous of carnivals forevermore. 

Baldassarre had kept Tessa in sight tiU the moment of her 
parting with Bomola: then he went away with his bundle of 
yam. It seemed to him that he had discerned a olew which 
might guide him if he could only grasp the necessary details 
firmly enough. He had seen the two wives together, and the 
sight had brought to his conceptions that vividness which had 
been wanting before. His power of imagining facts needed to 
be re-enforced continually by the senses. The tall wife was 
the noble and rightful wife; she had the blood in her that 
would be readily kindled to resentment; she would know 
what scholarship was, and how it might lie looked in by the 
obstructions of the stricken body, like a treasure buried by 
earthquake. She could believe him: she would be inclined to 
believe him, if he proved to her that her husband wasimfaith- 
ful. Women cared about that: they would take vengeance 
for that. If this wife of Tito's loved him, she would have a 
sense of injury which Baldassarre' s mind dwelt on with keoi 
longing, as if it would be the strength of another Will added 
to his own, the strength of another mind to form devices. 

Both these wives had been kind to Baldassarre, and their 
acts toward him, being bound up with the very image of them. 

^t iEC-»mii 


HOIWA bbioida's ookvebsion, 

much that good kinsw iw«t:Str' rT'^'"' 
gether toward the Piazza. tW^.H^ ■ ! . ■^*^"'8 *°- 
youthsoo^ing to a a^VlSS^^ltEron "' 

.hop,-l BhaU Jo batk twr°'*°°"= "^""^ forinetoBozu's 

The truth was Monna Brieida h»A . „™ • 
one hand of certain " vaniti^ " P«r^ oonscionsness on the 

■"ues. u ner aoul wonld prosper better with- 




out them, was it Teally worth while to put on the ronge and 
the braida? But when she lifted op the hand-minoi and saw 
a sallow faoe with baggy cheeks, and oiows'-feet that were not 
to be dissimulated by any simpering of the lips — when she 
parted her gray hair, and let it lie in simple Fiagnone faahion 
round her face, her courage failed. Monna Berta would cer- 
tainly burst out laughing at her, and call her an old hag, and 
ac Monna Berta was really only fifty-two, she had a superior- 
ity which would make the observatioiL I'utting. Every woman 
who was not a Fiagnone would give a shrug at the sight of 
her, and the men would accost her as if she were their grand- 
mother. Whereas, at fifty-five a woman was not so very old 
— she only required making up a little. So the rouge and the 
braids and the embroidered berretta went on again, and Monna 
Brigida was satisfied with the accustomed effect; as for her 
neck, if she covered it up, people might suppose it was too old 
to show, and, on the contrary, with the necklaces round it, it 
looked better than Monna Berta' s. lais very day, when she 
was preparing for the Fiagnone *" -"ival, such a struggle had 
occurred, and the conflicting fear iid longings which caused 
the struggle caused her to turn k...^k and seek refuge in the 
druggist's shop rather than encounter the collectors of the 
Anathema when Komola was not by her side. But Monna 
Brigida was not quite rapid enough in her retreat. She had 
been descried, even before she turned away, by the white- 
robed boys in the rear of those who wheeled round toward 
Tessa, and the willingness with which Tessa was given up was, 
perhaps, slightly due to the fact that part of the troop had 
already accosted a personage carrying more markedly upon her 
the dangerous weight of the Anathema. It happened that 
several of this troop were at the youngest age taken into pecul- 
iar training; and a small fellow of ten, his olive wreath rest- 
ing above cherubic cheeks and wide brown eyes, his imag- 
ination really possessed with a hovering awe at existence as 
something in which great consequences impended on being 
good or bad, his longings nevertheless running in the direc- 
tion of mastery and mischief, was the first to reach Monna 
Brigida and place himself across her path. She felt angry, 
and looked for an open door, but there was not one at hand, 



addressed her Tt w^I yJuS^;?^""^ f"."* '»"' -''° ^^ 
of a wide basket. ^ ^***"' ''^° ''«" one handle 

"Venerable mother I" he beean "rt. n ^ , 
mands you to give up the An^i J ^'^ •^•"" «»°'- 
you. That cap embroidered w^^r* "^'"^ ^""^ "^ "?«"> 
f«tenupyourLseh^n,tC K' """« ^■«"'l'' ^' 
tte poor; and cast the hair itedfTw^ 1^^'° "^ '^'^ ""^'^ '°' 



of tte poor, and be pSuTto .Ti'?^^'' "'* *'« ^""^^ 

head?" *^ " '^"y God's curse upon your 

" In truth you aie old, buona madrn. » ..J j «, v 
m a sweet soprano " Yon iLt ^ ,'^ theohembio boy, 
vouP cheeks aid that bSck SLT"^ ".«^?^ '"^ '^'' ^ o" 
■i-ings. It is only Sate^ wh*i ^?,.''^' "^^ "««« «"« 
Angel is sorry. He wmS ^^^ "''\^'''«'° ««« Jou. Tour 

The little fellow 8nItohtdTsorsnk'"''i:,*5' "^■" 
and held it toward Mo^a BrigS. IL "^^ *'<?■» fe basket, 
her guardian angel desired F^,r. ^ ® °"«^' "«« " as 

&Bt giving way to spSal 2a™ ^''xT'' ''°'^<^^ou were 
cloud of witnesses, ygSTd-fl"'- • 1°^* ^'t* ""d ^at 
looking at her, and sWaTsu^unT^ IL*^"''''^' '^»''»°* 
whose white robes, and wr^thsT. !^ '^^°™8 "'°°'»°'«. 
fttl candor had so^^hinraSl t^.'"^ """""' '^'^ ''''^^ 
I^cisoan confessor X. r.^; " **'" nnusualness. Her 

at hand to ^^Zl' Zl\^:^Z7 ^ ""'" ''"^' ^^ -* 
«he was helplessly possessedl^d sfak^T a t^ """"""'• '^^ 
a supreme warning was come to ?„ *°J^^ a vague sense that 
suggestion of any oth» cCe^a^ "*"^ ^ ""* '«'"* 

the scarf that was held^t ^'/"^ °Pf " *° 1^"' "^"^^'^ 
trembling submissiveness ^ ^'''^'^ ^'■- '^'^"' ^^ 

gnming. And when you have taken those vanitie^ 


from yonr head, the dew of heavenly grace will deaoend on it." 
The infusion of mischief was getting stronger, and putting hia 
hand to one of the jewelled pins that fastened her braids to 
the berretta he drew it out. The heavy Uaok plait fell down 
over Monna Brigida's face, and dragged the rest of the head- 
gear forward. It was a new reason for not hesitating: she 
put up her hands hastily, undid the other fastenings, and 
Hung down into the basket of doom her beloved orimson-velvet 
berretta, with all its unsurpassed embroidery of seed-pearls, 
and stood an unrouged woman, with gray hair pushed back- 
ward from a face where certain deep lines of age had triumphed 
ever embonpoint. 

But the berretta was not allowed to lie in the basket. With 
impish zeal the youngsters lifted it, and held it up pitilessly, 
with the false hair dangling. 

" See, venerable mother," said the taller youth, " what ugly 
lies you have delivered yourself from I And now you look 
like the blessed Saint Anna, the mother of the Holy Virgin." 

Thoughts of going into a convent forthwith, and never 
showing herself in the world again, were rushing through 
Monna Brigida's mind. There was nothing possible for her 
but to take care of her soul. Of course, there were spectators 
laughing : she had no need to look round to assure herself of 
that. Well! it would, perhaps, be better to be forced to 
think more of Paradise. But at the thought that the dear 
accustomed world was no longer in her choice there gathered 
some of those hard tears which just moisten elderly eyes, and 
she could see but dimly a large rough hand holding a red 
cross, which was suddenly thrust before her over the shoulders 
of the boys, while a strong guttural voice said, — 

"Only four quattrini, madonna, blessing and all! Buy it. 
You'll find a comfort in it now your wig's gone. Deh I what 
are we sinners doing all our lives? Mining soup in a basket, 
and getting nothing but the scum for our stomachs. Better 
buy a blessing, madonna I Only four quattrini; the profit is 
not 80 much as the smell of a dtmaro^ and it goes to the 

Monna Brigida, in dim-eyed confusion, was proceeding to 
the farther submission of reaching money from her embroid- 

_ ^Iks. Jlk. 

■r^ ■#- 


o' escaping, opeied beC afi^'L^T'*^'''^ '^•' ''»'«' 
loosing prison-bolts. *^ " welcome as an angel 

ton^ pSVo°SJi;;,*hX'h^t *""'""' ^"'^•^ in a piteous 
The wliite troop was &Ip.<>.4 ' 

consciousness that its zeajXutttew/''''y: "''^ " ""el" 
abundant enough to afford. Si ''eadgear had been super- 

<lem«dforpeiten«aS4''"P«"'"'''°» '""^ -^^ *"^« 

With S.-^Sar-SrabS ^^^1' ^'^ «-^ -"ten 
pariUon of her kiiswofflw -^'P J°»l"'? "' tie sudden ap- 
•twngely contrasted with all ™ a. genuine, natural guise, 

black drapery fro^hefoS STdl'"->'^« *^^^^ 
Bngida's. "There," she went ^' ^^.v^T '* °^*'" ^onna 
remark you now. WewUI^ Z' '^^'^S^y' "no one will 
go straight to our h^use '• °"^ ^^ ^'» ^^ ^alagio and 

l-XtCr* ifTgettt^n^^^* ^P^^ ^'^ol.'s 
actually there. *^ ''™"8«'' assurance of her bemg 

-ajesHcyoung|g„rrbSeterX^,''««P pace with the 
a». I must be good-l mean to 'be gTSl-" "'^ «""-«- ^ 

tbe„uffi/:Lvr'lrifLrr ^°-' ^^^^ 

for Bratti was not to uJ^^Tl ^^°™ MonnaBrigida: 

"nouncing a probable ^ustt// i^dhT'*'' '"''''"''* '°*° 
np their retreat. "Only W nl !f^ ^? ^"'^''^ f°"owed 
and if there was any profit 7,?,?™'' ^^'''^« and all- 

Monna Brigida would W Z '^^ ^^ *" ">« P°°'-" 
tf she had been in alesa tb„.^'" '^'^^^'^ '° P^"""' «ven 

b^d deprecatingly Ja™ fCoVs "reton .''* ^•" "^ "- 
the other reached out a gros^ ,^^k ""''?"°*' ^^ ^'th 
saying, in an entreating t^^^ ^"^ "^^ ^''''^ ^"attrini. 
« y f "'.8"°'J ""an, and begone." 

-mqlSyran'JSL"':^'''""'^" '"'' «-«i, taking the 
2^. ana tnrusting the cross into her hand; « I'U not 



^r you change, for I might m weU rob you of • maM. 
What I we must aU be soorohed a little, but you'll ooma off 
the easier; better faU from the window than the roof. A 
good Easter and a good year to youl " 

"Well, Komola," cried Monna Brigida, pathetically, as 
Bratta left them, " if I'm to be a Piagnono it's no matter how 
I look! " 

"Dear cousin," said Romola, smiling at her affectionately, 
you don't know how much better you look than you ever did 
before. I see now how good-natured your face is, like your- 
self. That red and finery seemed to thrust themselves for- 
ward and hide expression. Ask our Piero or any other painter 
if he would not rather paintyour portrait now than before. I 
thmk all lines of the human face have something either touch- 
mg or grand, unless they seem to come from low passions. 
How fine old men are, like my godfather 1 Why should not 
old women look grand and simple? " 

" Yes, when one gets to be sixty, my Bomola," said Brigida, 
relapsing a little; " but I'm only fifty-five, and Monna Ber^ 
uid everybody— but it's no use: I wUl be good, like yoZ 
Your mother, if she'd been alive, would have been as old as I 
wn; we were cousins together. One miut either die or get 
old. But it doesn't matter about being old, if one's a Pia- 



Thk incidents of that Carnival day seemed to Bomola to 
carry no other personal consequences to her than the new care 
of supporting poor cousin Brigida in her fluctuating resigna- 
tion to age and gray hairs; but they introduced a Lenten time 
in which she was kept at a high pitch of mental excitement 
and active effort 

Bernardo del Nero had been elected Gonfaloniere. By 
peat exertions the Medieean party had so far triumphed, and 
that triumph had deepened Eomola's presentiment of some 


•wined to be that hauntm/fZt,!' * ^""' "^" ^~ «>om, 
»omteg the fear we^ X W « ? ^^ *" '"• ^^^ 

fli^\thTad";!t ^itrtht-^^^^^^^^ ^-^-- - 

waUs of Florenoo. For Savo^l ""^ """"""^ "*«■*» the 
the last course of Lenten ^rmo^"^ "^ P'^whuig-preaohing 

•nd he had reached Z S^t of T^""'"* '°° "" '"■">««»*. 
condition of the Church KtrS^. *■ '*• ^^ ^"^'^ "P «« 
mg .peech, which ^1^ ttL« bt\?"^' °' '" ""Ainch- 
dealt in no polite periXase^^,^^ *?"' "«''* »»"«' «nd 
ing confidence the KtT™no«r """"Z '^'^ ''''S^'te"- 
there would be a g^er^lZ^ ^~°^ " "«'""«'* ^h^ 
own destiny, he ^^^dJta^rLr^r'"''?- ^'""^'^ 
prev^son: sometime, he sawh^s:^'^^?','^**"''*^* 
m that revolt, sending forth T™- ^ * * glorious part 
through all Christendom ^"1°"" ^* '""^d >» hLd 
Church tremble into new lS„f^"l!.*^- ''««' ^y °f the 
when the Divine voice pet'e^it\^r,! "^^ ^'»"W«d 
«wno prospect for himsTbJttVS^.'r"'**^^ '" 
^^Sc^^eS'eSr- -'^ a^^rr oTlJ X/SS;- 

nrrSinT rtlt'nTof'r !J^ ^'^ ^"P-- 
« they were inclineTas SLrw/,,*^" '*'^^'«' °«J". «^en 
Fwte's character by a Cth!!^^^*'"' ^'"' *» i"t»pret the 
Bomola, whose kini^ Lt JJfT'^'lf °° '"*'»*»• To 
n«oU's genuine greataes"of p^Zse'^th^e " ^"^ ^ ^-^o- 
"ag as if it had been oart of h..^^ ' ^f ""*" "«« « stir- 
aa an exalting mZ, J^i^J aU h^"^ 'f'L " "•»' ■'«^ 
labors were calling not^o^^^'rdSJt'^^"'^"" '^'^ ^^^^ 
new courage. Famine had nJver ;^'tS"'':™°A*'"* '°' 
^^renee, and aU distress, by its 1^^ ^^^^fj^^. 



ting hwder to bau; diiewe wu tpiMding in the orawdad 
tity, and the Plague wm expected. As BomoU walked, often 
in wearinesa, among the aiok, the hungry, and the murmuring, 
ahe felt it good to be inspired by aomething more than her 
pity — by the belief in a heroism atruggling for aublime enda, 
toward which the daily action of her pity could only tend 
feebly, aa the dewa that freshen the weedy ground to-day tend 
to prepare an unseen harreat in the yeara to come. 

But that mighty muaio which atirred her in the Duomo waa 
not without ita jarring notea. Since those first daya of glow- 
ing hope when the Frate, aeeing the near triumph of good in 
the reform of the Republic and the coming of the French 
deliverer, had' preached peace, charity, and oblivion of politi- 
cal differences, there had been a marked change of conditions : 
political intrigue had been too obstinate to allow of the desired 
oblivion ; the belief in the French deliverer, who had turned 
his back on his high mission, seemed to have wrought harm; 
and hostility, both on a petty and on a grand scale, waa at- 
tacking the Prophet with new weapons and new determina- 

It followed that the spirit of contention and self-vindication 
pierced more and more conapicuoualy in hia aermona ; that he 
was urged to meet the popular demanda not only by increaaed 
inaiatence and detail concerning viaiona and private revela- 
tiona, but by a tone of defiant confidence against objectors; 
and from having denounced the desire for the miraculous, and 
declared that miracles had no relation to true faith, he had 
come to assert that at the right moment the Divine power 
would attest the truth of hia prophetic preaching by a miracle. 
And continually, in the rapid trmsitions of excited feeling, 
as the vision of triumphant good receded behind the actual 
predominance of evil, the threate of coming vengeance against 
vicious tyrants and corrupt priesto gathered some impetus 
from personal exasperation, aa well as from indignant zeal. 

In the career of a great public orator who yields himself to 
the inspiration of the moment, that conflict of selfish and un- 
selfish emotion which in most men is hidden in the chamber 
of the soul is brought into terrible evidence : the language of 
the inner voices is written out in letters of fire. 

But if th« tonat of 



~"z."is: r.srs'^'rj ".—^ <^ 

th« wonderful Fr«te waa D^JhinT^!^ "* '"""^ ""' "»* 
ooold. h. went to hl^ STSZ^' ""^ ?• "'^^ - '• 
<Wi>kintlietl>r«iteoflT«L,K^K "™°''' """ ^^ "'Wht 

that Bomol. wMt too f„,T °'' '*°*"»« ^' ^^ •«»«> 

^. When nor„!,*ti''- rjr;/,'"' *- • 

log montal aUto. would tn.rb fi,- • v ^ ' "" ""^ *»^- 
•a int«view Witt Z -^^ ^' 'f ' ."""r '" "^W"* 

i«««. She wi.h«l not to ^Tt ^^^ glance w^ fUed on 
it, a. niMx look for th.^J!!S^ T^ ^"^ ^^ '~'"«» '« 

In the public mindf toatSld ll ^ " Presentiment, 
•pread from Borne of a n!.„T- ^° '"^ "^ '""o™ h«l 

d^ Medici, SrLl;e:'srs.rrj;:2c:::,tr«,°'^"~ 

go out of power. auepeoted Bernardo would 

«» ^"l* T" *^"'« to g^er wme oouHwe from th- 

«f her futile feara. when nn ffc« *!. Z^^ " *"* review 

walking out on^ ZS' e^d, ^^''"^•''^ " ■*« '- 
•he wu met by a ZL^f^ J?'"^ "^ *^« afternoon, 

«»¥!«. iJut It had ijBoome so thoroughly 

J^.i r 



har hMt to njwt bar impuUiTe oboio*, and to obay paMirsly 
tha guidanoa of oatward elainu, that, rapranng hartalf for 
allowing her preaantimanta to make har cowardly and aalflah, 
aha andad by oomplianoe, and went straight to Camilla. 

She found tha nerroua, gray-haired woman in a ohambar 
arranged aa mnoh at poaaible like a oonvent cell. The thin 
flngen clutching Bomula aa aha tat, and the eager voice ad- 
dreating her at fartt in a loud whitper, caused her a phyaical 
ihrlnking that made it difficult for her to keep her seat 

Camilla had a rition to communicate — a Tition in which it 
had been revealed to her bj Bomola's Angel that Bomola 
knew certain secrets concerning her godfather, Bernardo del 
Nero, which, if disoloeed, might save the Republic from peril. 
Camilla'a roice roae louder and higher as she narrated her 
vision, and ended by exhorting Bomola to obey the command 
of her Angel, and leparate herself from the enemy of Ood. 

Bomola's impetuosity was that of a maasive nature, and, 
exuept iu moments when she was deeply stirred, her manner 
was calm and self-controlled. She had a constitutional dis- 
gust for the shallow excitability of women like Camilla, whose 
faculties seemed all wrought up into fantasies, leaving nothing 
fur emotion and thought. The exhortation waa not yet endad, 
when she started up and attempted to wrench her arm from 
Camilla's tightening grasp. It wat of no use. The proph- 
etess kept her hold like a crab, and, only incited to more eager 
exhortation by Bomola's resistance, waa carried beyond her 
own intention into a thrill statement of other visions which 
were to' corroborate this. Christ himself had appeared to her 
and ordered her to send his commands to certain citizens in 
office that they should throw Bernardo del Nero from the win- 
dow of the Palazzo Vecohio. Fra Girolamo himself knew of 
it, and had not dared this time to say that the vision waa not 
of Divine authority. 

" And since then, " said Camilla, in her excited treble, strain- 
ing upward with wild eyes toward Bomola's face, " the Blessed 
Infant has come to me and laid a wafer of sweetness on my 
tongue in token of his pleasure that I had done his will." 

"Let me go I" said Bomola, in a deep voice of anger. 
" God grant you are mad I else you are detestably wicked I " 

"dhurry of th. .tre.tVh.^Lri.'*'" *" '~» "«• S 
««it«i the thought of MTb^tr.! ''^•"* "d •" «••• suff. 
of turmoil. * •" •'•"'•1 P«<» wbtLting m the JSSt 

Br>«nl. A, waited in hone ^^t J 'f° 'PP«""»« to St 

t^t''SaSrirte«ff/ntr the .o.t .utei, .3, 
wicked folly. BoLla Td SoIC ' «"«'•''«'«• of W 
hjd «motioa.d the throwtegof SL'^T!?*. •*""•»!>« he 
jrmdowM . Divine .uweeti™ .^ ?f^° "*«' ^««> ^""0 the 
Weehood or mistake iXt Jle^'ti « "T'" ^^'^ ""- -- 
come more and more ■«»•« L^*"^^""- 8*^onarola had be- 
•o-tenu, but theTdelaTf Iwu"'*^' ««i«taaoe iTm^. 
"Wtal toaU his po^iti^l Lf!^" *"a""* °^" "ere fu„d»- 
Po«iWy fatal eir;^ of vi.S/' ^ ®**"' '^"^ J" W tte 
"^ked distruBtof .uoh Si^f ^'^"'•'•. -moe he rafa 
^"•m them „ «„oh as Z^rwlf'"'"'!"' ""^ '«?' aloo? 
d«nonnoe wrong from theS^^'S'' 'f ^*f readines. ^ 
a.e.e pretended revelation, wilhhi. \°! ^""'•''y •J'»'°«"«e 
^ Of ,^,t acroe. th7 Sept LH \Tuo """1^ ^■ 

""«' i he wa, feS out^arft T'".^^" '«»" ^" «"" 
quence of raising a cryXT.Tv^ ^' *« ^"eown conse- 
of W. own p4, aronT^'o'if ' -» a-ongmemb:;. 
'P'?j'°»°f which hehimseM WM no/T"*". *" ^^^^ *«■ 
oonfidential and supplementanr .^ "^f ." ^«hi«le-he or his 
?«nola, kneeling with bur^^^ '"'""' ^™ Salvestio 
•"■during one of thoTe sickent,, °° ""» "^t" "t-P- w^ 

«.«nwUehhadcorj£LS.e"rvT ""''" *^« '^'^- 
the only energy strong enough 



to make life worthy seemed to be inevitably bound up with 
vain dreams and wilfnl eye-shutting. Hei mind rushed back 
with a new attraction toward the strong worldly sense, the 
dignified prudence, the untheoretic virtues of her godfather, 
who was to be treated as a sort of Agag, beoause he held that 
a more restricted form of government was better than the 
Great Council, and because he would not pretend to forget old 
ties to the banished family. 

But with this last thought rose the presentiment of some 
plot to restore the Medici; and then again she felt that the 
popular party was half justified in its fierce suspicion. Again 
she felt that to keep the Government of Florenc- vure, and to 
keep out a vicious rule, was a sacred cause; , .) Fratowas 
right there, and bad carried her understanding irrevocably 
with him. But at this moment the assent of her understand- 
ing went alone; it was given unwillingly. Her heart was re- 
coiling from a right allied to so much narrowness; a right 
apparently entailing that hard systematic judgment of men 
which measures them by assents and denials quite superficial 
to the manhood within them. Her affection and respect were 
clinging with new tenacity to her godfather and with him to 
those memories of her father which were u the same opposi- 
tion to the division of men into sheep and goats by the easy 
mark of some political or religious symbol. 

After all has been said that can be said about the widening 
influence of ideas, it remains true that they would hardly be 
such strong agents unless they were taken in a solvent of feel- 
ing. The great world-struggle of developing thought is con- 
tinually foreshadowed in the struggle of the affections, seek- 
ing a justification for love and hope. 

If Bomola's intellect had been less capable of discerning the 
complexities in human things, all the early loving associations 
of her life would have forbidden her to accept implicitly the 
denunciatory ezclusiveness of Savonarola. She had simply 
felt that his mind had suggested deeper and more efficacious 
truth to her than any other, and the large breathing-room she 
found in this grand view of human duties had made her 
patient toward that part of his teaching which she could not 
absorl^ so long as its practical effect came into coUisiou with 


once fouled Tc^ma^^tt* '^^'T"' ^'" indignation, 
ran like an mu'L.Sg LZral^i k "5 "T^ '^'"'' »"»' 
narola's teaching, anX ^ rieS sKet Jw " 'r 
m the scornful sarcasma .*■« r^ """ "^ ^"e telt what was true 

W " WhTe wer'eT'b!:"'' ^ ^ " "^ "^« '°°^ «»-% <» 
whom she Iw wo^k S^dTnd '''"' V^t """''^ """S- '^"^ 
was workinHor the riX? On"!'.'"'^ '^^ *>«"«* "''" "J'e 
eaePCT came I J . * ?■• , ** "^« *«"" which moral 

with^ewTstSledn"'"" '""."'''''^ ^^^'^^ "J^rink-g 

djawn b/a^S-^Zt -m'r;^™ S r'^"'' ^ ^''* 
of some secret Dlottini? xThTh^i, •™, *"® Presentiment 
not be unfaij calle7;rT^« her judgment told her would 
other thought w'JtV^rinspt:^ CtC^^Ti' tT^ 
presentiment should be oon^rt^IT- 4.^1. , "'**' ^**' **»* 

writing in th^ S solita^e TT-^'"*"' ''''*" *^« "'^n'. 
celS peace^^i^^tratTirl^^J"""^'^ 

was unfed by any ^^" fai^ « . r^"?"* ^" ""«>«»' 
she found herseU &c! J f <.u* '"''*'" ''^'' '"^"^ 'ound, 

-l.twoy.rSS '^TrrSa^^-dTLr "^^^^ 




. "^7"'?° *P®*^ "**'' y«">>" ■aid Baldaasarre, ai HomoU 
looked at hun in sUent expectation. It was plain that he had 
followed and had been waiting for her. She was soins 

at last to i the secret about him. 

"Yea," she said, with the same sort of submission that she 
might have shown under an imposed penance. "But you 
wisli to go whege no one can hear us? " 

" Where he wiU not come upon us," said Baldassarre, turn- 
ing and glancing behind him timidly. "Out— in the air- 
away from the streets." 

^^ " I sometimes goto San Miniatoat this hour," said Bomola. 
If you like, I will go now, and you can foUow m». It is 
far, but we can be solitary there." 

He nodded assent, and Bomola set out. To some women 
It might have seemed an alarming risk to go to a compara- 
tively solitary spot with a man who had some of the outward 
signs of that madness which Tito attributed to him. But 
Bomola was not given to personal fears, and she was glad of 
the distance that interposed some delay before another Wow 
fell on her. The afternoon was far advanced, and the sun was 
already low m the west, when she paused on some rough 
groMd in the shadow of the cypress-trunks, and looked round 
for Baldassarre. He was not far ofif, but when he reached her 
he was glad to sink down on an edge of stony earth. His 
thiok-Mt frame had no longer the sturdy vigor which belonged 
to It when he first appeared with the rope round him in the 
&iomo; and under the transient tremor caused by the exertion 
of walkmg up the hiU, his eyes seemed to have a more help- 
less vagueness. 

"The hill is steep," said Eomola, with compassionate gen- 
tleness, seating herself by him. « And I fear you have been 
weakened by want? " 
He turned his head and fixed his eyes on her in silence, 


nnable, now the moment of «M«,h ™ 
words that would convey the thS^ K """"f' *" •*^ ^^ 
Bhe remained as motioijir.! ^« £. m, ''*"'«'^ *" »"•' = and 
her impatient. He iS ,t« If.^^'''^'^* ^^ 'honld suppose 
bred, neglected oU^^'^^^T^l'"^'''!'^'^'''^'^^'^- 

■narble image of horror FoTw Zl T" "^f^' '^^ » 
made. She divined the faet« H,.*- ^ T^ ** revelation was 
•^d in the first mo^nt £« '„ Jd*^''*^"l^ ttat single word, 
"ve beUef which spran,? ftnm K , ''° "^^^ *° *^^ ™Pul- 

toBaldassarre; for the fiSe hU f'^v '" " '^"^^^ 
right eflfect. He went on with 'th J"'''' ^"^ ''">"8"* *!>«« 
ne«, laying his hand on heTtf "°« "*««»»«« and firm- 
go tl"erth7;rh:r.To:' w"i-" ■* -* *'-? y°u 

.-«. an^ .i„m?hr?;A^^^^ that 

take any note of CdST . ^ *** ™»8«» "^ the past to 

«4«ulL'S:iihS"S.^''''''*^«"''' '"^•^Baldas- 
coi>tact gave him p^we^"""?^! ^"^7? °" >>» arm, as if the 
"Yes" Mill B 1 "« will help me?" 

n.eant^fter'sEtS'hr,^'*'^"*^^* "'^ -'<>« as he 
that grasped her^m!l,5\?^ 8«°*'y °° the rough hand 
looked at him. "Oh Tt i, .f. ."'^^ *° ^'' ^J-"" as she 
gmt scholar, you Sihlhl^'^lTis^:?""'^^"" were a 

-iisX an^She^rr ^^"^-'^--^-^^ 
»«nt? But she'had tTe a"f Z^lr^f T"" "* P""' "fi''^- 

She sat perfectly stUirw^alrto H? ""■ ^ "'°^'' ^« l""-!- 
" Tf <• . • ' ''arang to listen with new canfin. 
It « «oneI-it is aU g«e. " said BaldasCe "S they 



•roald not believe me, because he lied, and laid I wai mad; 
and they had me dragged to prison. And I am old— my mind 
will not oome baok. And the world is against me." 

He paused a moment, and his eyes sank as if he were under 
a ware of despondency. Ti. i he looked up at her again, and 
said with renewed eagerness, — 

" But you are not against me. He made you lore him, and 
he has been false to youj and you hate him. Yes, he made 
m» lore him : he was beautiful and gentle, and I was a lonely 
man. I took him when they were beating him. He slept in 
my bosom when he was little, and I watched him as he grew, 
and gave him all my knowledge^ and everything that was 
mine I meant to be his. I had many things; money, and 
books, and gem«. He had my gems~he sold them; and he 
left me in slavery. He never came to seek me, and when I 
came back poor and in misery, he denied me. He said I was 
a madman." 

"He told us his father was dead— was drowned," said 
Bomola, faintly. "Surely he must have believed it then. 
Oh I he could not have been so base then I " 

A vision had risen of what Tito was to her in those first 
days when she thought no more of wrong in him than a child 
thinks of poison in flowers. The yearning regret that lay in 
that memory brought some relief from the tension of horror. 
With one great sob the tears rushed forth. 

"Ah, you are young, and the tears come easily," said 
Baldassarre, with some impatience. "But tears are no good; 
they only put out the fire within, and it is the fire that works. 
Tears will hinder us. Listen to me." 

Romola turned toward him with a slight start Again the 
possibility of his madness had darted through her mind, and 
checked the rush of belief. If, after all, this man were only 
a mad assassinr But her deep belief in this story still lay 
behind, and it was more in sympathy than in fear that she 
avoided the risk of paining him by any show of doubt. 

"Tell me," she said, as gently as she could, "how did you 
loso your memory— your scholarship? " 

" I was iU. I can't teU how long— it was a blank. I re- 
member nothing, only at last I was sitting in the sun among 




longed for: it waa for rt«^ ! ^*° *° ^""^ 'l""* I 

•U ^ thoUtsTJn f f^^ *°,'*°"' **"''-'' ''M to find 

darkneaa." ^ nothing but a waU and 

Baldaaaarre had become dreamy a«ain and ..„v • . • 
lenoe, restine his head hofwJTT- C^' ■"' ""to si- 

^» .i«ed -o-UfttShThriLTed'oTK; 
-d they X^\raw';r pS ""^ t,L:- '"V 

noZrbJt"l^%'^-tXt "?^*-*™«'' -""-i^ 
and you have proud blood ^fi, J ^7 '^°"'"»' <*° l"*"? 
lore rerenge." ^"^ fah^nesa, and you can 

Shfr^r S:S 5^ 1« «^~^ "' --^"-^S feelinga. 
tender arm. ""* «""? *^* *" ^ruuing her 

S 'l: 




^ > 

lit I 

" You iliall oontriTe it," said Baldasiarre, presently, in an 
eager whisper. "I have learned by heart that you are his 
rightful wife. You are a noble woman. You go to hear the 
preacher of vengeance; you will help justice. But yon will 

think for me. My mind goes — eyerything goes sometimes 

all but the fire. The fire is God : it is justice ; it will not die. 
You believe that— is it not true? If they will not bang him 
for robbing me, you will take away his armor— yon will make 
him go without it, and I will stab him. I have a knife, and 
my arm is still strong enough." 

He put his hand under his tunic, and reached out the hidden 
knife, feeling the edge abstractedly, as if he needed the sensa- 
tion to keep alive his ideas. 

It seemed to'Komola as if every fresh hoar of her life were 
to become more difficult than the last. Her judgment was too 
rigorous and rapid for her to fall into the mistake of using 
futile deprecatory words to a man in Baldassarre's state of 
mind. She chose not to answer his last speech. She would 
win time for his excitement to allay itself by asking something 
else that she cared to know. She spoke rather tremulously, 

" You say she is foolish and helpless— that other wife and 

believes him to be her real husband. Perh^M he is : perhaps 
he married her before he married me." 

" I cannot tell," said Baldassarre, paosing in that action of 
feeling the knife, and looking bewildered. " I can remember 
no more. I only know where she livee. You shall see her. 
I will take you; but not now," he addad hurriedly, "he may 
be there. The night is coming on." 

" It is true," said Bomola, starting up with a sadden con- 
sciousness that the sun had set and the hills were darkening; 
" but you will come and take me— when? " 

" In the morning," said Baldasaarre, dreaming that she, too, 
wanted to hurry to her vengeance. 

" Come to me, then, where you came to me te-day, in the 
church. I will be there at ten; and if you are not there, I 
will go again toward mid-day. Can you remember? " 

"Mid-day," said Baldassarre — "only mid-day. The same 
place, and mid-day. And, after that," he added, rising and 
grasping her arm again with his left hand, while he held the 



wiU ]^me^ '"•*"*• "" ""^'^ " •«»*»»» "», but you 

"I would help yon in other warg." uiH Dy^n...!. ».• 
fir.„ tiuud effort'to diapel huXio^Jbo^T^ "^L' 

If re^eVhrr r vr ""'' ^°" ^-' -^ «»' i 

"Talk no more about that," said Baldassarre, fieroelv " t 

;;^-day, then," she said, in a distinct yoioe. 
will wrt h^r""^ with an air of exhau.ion. "Go, i 

wiS'lLdv ^°^ ""^L \"'°^°« »* *^« l"""* "P"* ''hence he 
was likely to be in sights she saw him seated stUl. 



.w^"""^ ^^ " P^P"" ^ ^^ ""ind as she was hastening 

noon hours hke a side-stream, rising higher and higher alon.. 
mth the main current. It was less a resolve than a ne^eS 

bd^ wh.^*,: ■ !' '''"' *"''°^' «h« •'""'ed across the 
SSrL ?nf ^ n/er showed itself black before the distant 
aying red, and took the most direct way to the Old Palace 
^e nught encounter her husband ther^. No maL ^e 
oou.d not weigh probabilitiesj she must discharge W he^ 



She did not know wh»t she paaaed in tha pillandconit or up 
the wide itain ; she only knew that she uked tn osher for 
the Oonfaloniere, giving her name, and begging to be shown 
into a private room. 

She was not left long alone with the frescoed flgoree and 
the newly lit tapers. Soon the door opened, and Bernardo 
del Nero entered, still carrying his white head erect above his 
silk lucco. 

"Bomola, my child, what is this7" he said in a tone of 
anxious surprise as he dosed the door. 

She had uncovered her head and went toward him without 
speaking. He laid his hand on her shoulder, and held her a 
little way from him that he might see her better. Her face 
was haggard fh)m fatigue and long agitation, her hair had 
rolled down in disorder; bat there was an excitement in her 
eyes that seemed to have triumphed over the bodily ccd- 

" What has he done? " said Bernardo, abruptly. " Tell me 
everything, child; throw away pride. I am your father." 

"It is not about myself — nothing about myself," said 
Bomola, hastily. "Dearest godfather, it is about you. I 
have heard things— some I cannot tell yon. But you are in 
danger iu the palace; you are in danger everywhere. There 
are fanatical men who would harm you, and — and there are 
traitors. Trust nobody. If you trust, you will be betrayed." 

Bernardo smiled. 

" Have you worked yourself up into this agitation, my poor 
child," he said, raising his hand to her head and patting it 
gently, "to tell such old truth as that to an old man like 

"Oh no, no I they are not old truths that I mean," said 
Bomola, pressing her clasped hands painfully together, as if 
that action would help her to suppress what must not be told. 
" They are fresh things that I know, but cannot tell. Dearest 
godfather, you know I am not foolish. I would not come to 
you without reason. Is it too late to warn you against any 
one, even/ one who seems to be working on your side? Is it 
too late to say, 'Qo to your villa and keep away in the country 
when these three more days of ofBoe are over'? Oh, Godl 


lonritifled feeling lud found .paamodio nttenmoe lu? aJ 
heraelf WM startled and arrested. BMine 

"I mean," she added, hesitatingly, "I know nothing pod 
**'•• I wJy know what fills me with fears. " ^^ 

r>«.I^til^T" '^^ ^"'^°' '~*^« •' »>" with qniet 
penetration for a moment or two. Then he said: "Ga 
BomoU-^go home and rest. These fear, may to only bt 

traitors must see their interest in betraying; the rats will ™„ 
whe™ they smeU the cheese, «.d th^^i^ no faow^ J C^ 
which way the scent will come." ""owing yet 

He paused, and turned away his eyes from her with an air 
of abstraction, till, with a slow shrug, he added," 

" As for warnings, they are of no use to me, child. I enter 

1 must share the consequences. Let us say no more abo« 

fe, IV. ^''•u"* T^ y*^ '"^ »* *^» bottom <rf n>y sack 
for them to rob me of. Go, child, go home and rest" 

eo„?rt n^ ^r T'^ '"' *■** '"*^ "W^ caressingly, and she 
oould not help clinging to his arm, and pressing her brow 
Jguusthjs shoulder Her godfather's oarL seeie^^t^ 
thmg that was left to her out of that young filial life whS* 
now looked «. happy to her even in its^troublei f JSy ^S 
troubles untamted by anything hateful 
« U silence best, my Romola? " said the old man. 
Jfes, now; but I cannot teU whether it always will be." 
sto answered, hesitatingly, raising her head with L a^ealSg 

-he lifted the black drapery and folded it round heThe^L 
adding,_'«andafather-shome; remember that." Theno^- 
mg Uie door, he said: "There, hasten away. You ^ 1^^ 
Uwk ghost; you will be safe enough " 

tat^^h J^"""!? J"'! i^^"^ *** °*8ht, she slept deep. Agi- 
taUon bad^ched ,ts limits, she must gather itrengUi before 




M^""" '^K fr^*- " "•• *° ^* '"""d of gun.. Piwo ds' 

m the houae, having been summoned to the Palazzo lonT^ll 
She sent out the old m«. ^^ain. that he mightTthe" ne^ 

diBoern any signs of the dreaded entrance haHna be^n ™i^- 

word that the great Piazza was fuU of armed men and tW 
manyof the chief citizens suspected as^rdsTCweS 
oflh^T"*""^ *" "•« ^^'' -^d detain^ !„ ^^"e 

In her memory of those morning hours, there were „«f 
inany thing, that Eomola could distinguir«^Zl '^r^" 


wlCne'^L'^K^fr- She knew that she h^7^y 
r^«l. \ t ^ ^ ^^ appointed time in spite of .treet 
alarm.; she knewthat she had waited there in vahi And^« 
scene she had witnessed when she came ouTo? Zihu^h^J^H 

^rl^^"^ T" * "^T^" '° *^« '»««» "><! tones of the peoole 

ttero de Medici and his horsemen had turned their ba^ on 

Srr'Sd''°'srr "^J^J -^ *■"' a.theyco^d S"*^ 
K^. V V 1*"°** **" ^^^ » substantial shopkeeDine 
Piagnone, who had not yet laid down his pUe. "'"P*''^"'* 




•he enteral her home «gZ h« mlf °'°"' "P"" '""' "^d «• 
••"•. "*** "' » long while of B^dag- 



They brought no Tgn frlT^/' "^^ "J" '"«'* dreadTd 
oil watoh on the pS S l^t^"'.*"''' ^ "P"" °' 'P'" 
»»«peoted oonspirC^ But^I ^ ""u*^ '"' revelation of U.e 
touched her oloSeIy/«,d brfd^'^tt' ?''" *''»«' ''Woh 
of anxiety with active ii™nfw • P''«"to'n-<'«>wded space 

Savonarola. '^™™°« ^'W ^d the Excommunication of 

wko had opened to hfr tte ^eTll ^J ff'""'"" *° ""> ^"^ 
now to be worsted in t' Xht foil ■ -T^' ^^ ''^° '^'^"d 
For Bomola could not caSf^^rv"^'" '*^''*P"%acy. 
of pertilence and misery^ .I^J^^ \^^ ''"° "■« »'»de8 
that, eince such anguish^exTst'd ^A"""""* "* " gladness 
of the anguish less Wtter w hi , t"'**"^ *° ""^'' "»«« 
this transcendent moTm, ^vIT'"^^'^« *'"" ""-e owed 
witness the silencing^d "x™!, ^"'^°- ^^^ °°»W not 
distinction from the^Tat maTs oT'STr" °' " ""^ -J"*" 
heretical belief, not L lis «^L .-^ olergylay, not in any 

with which he'soughrt^mZth« Pr- ^^' '° *^« «°"8^ 
w.«bont feeling herslf d™w"n';Ln;iy''i"ht^/^' " "^"^ 
■"f on in the hnt A„^, t """"o'y to Jiis side, 

hot days of June the Excommunication, for 



f I 


■OB* WMki •rrirad from Borne, wm lolamiily p«faliah«d in 
Um Dnomo. BomoU went to wltnsM the toena, that the f- 
■iMuuM it inipirad might invigonte that lympsthy with Sa- 
Tooatola which wa« one lource of her itrangth. It waa in 
memorable oontrait with the irene ahe had been acotiatomed to 
witneaa there. 

Inatead of upturned oitizan-faeea Uling the vast area under 
the morning light, the youngest riling amphitheatre-wiae 
toward the walls, and making a garland of hope around the 
memoriea of age— instead of the mighty roioe thriUing all 
hearts with the sense of great things, Tisible and inrUiMe, to 
be atruggled for— there were the bare waUs at erening made 
more sombre by the glimmer of tapers; there was the black 
and gray flock of monks and secular clergy with bent, unei- 
peotant faces; there was the oocasi(mal tinkling of little bells 
ta the pausea of a monotonous roioe reading a sentence which 
had already been long hanging up in the churches; and at last 
there was the extinction of the tapers, and the alow, shuiBing 
tread of monkish feet departing in the dim silence. 

Bomola's ardor on the side of the Frate waa doaUy strength- 
ened by the gleeful triumph she saw in hard and coarse faces, 
and by the fear-stricken confusion in the faces and speech of 
many among his strongly attached friends. The question 
where the duty of obedience ends, and the duty of resistance 
begina, could in no case be an easy one; but it was made orer- 
whelmingly difficult by the belief that the Church was— not a 
eompromise of partiea to secure a more or less approximate 
justice in.the appropriation of funds, but— a living organism, 
instinct with Divine power to bless and to curse. To most of 
the pious Florentines, who had hitherto felt no doubt in their 
adherence to the Frate, that belief in the Divine potency of 
the Church was not an embraced opinion, it was an inalienable 
impression, like the concavity of the blue firmament; and the 
boldness of Savonarola's written arguments that the Excom- 
munication was unjust, and that, being unjust, it was not 
valid, only made them tremble the more, as a defiance oast at 
a mystic image, against whose subtle immeasurable power 
there was neither weapon nor defence. 
But Eomola, whose mind had not been allowed to draw its 



l-v ne,i i- who a^ „!f ii T ''•"•°' »P* ^ «» »«en except 

glTe; and thh F^n^^ * °^'' *^' neutrality oouid not 
-oba^ireSaS^ZTsa^o^iW^ '"^" 

cx":kVtS;-s;°-%f?-- -^^^^^^^ 

Xl>eFr.te WW noTt^i * °'^*'°'' °* ""^"^ «^<1 doubt 
•g^no^tiSnnrnS^^^hrh i"" 'Z"'"' '°'^"'»- 
unchecked «citem~ fte pS 'T*^""^'^'*" '" '^^ 
■tapir as apDeallnirtof>,.nK^^?^ ""* presented himself 

1-ptoginto the bZ>r Menev« "" " tfndard-bearer 
M when the heartTLtina f "^ !T' "^ "'«" *"<» "V 

ki8h«rt prize the'e^^oan^L i°ri """.'L^^ ''^ " t^' 
power to attain it Ca^e^T T'.**""^*"" »"'»'» 
Bon>olawaa helped throUftldT„°l°' """^ 'nthusiaan. 
l«d Tentured on no 3 to tZ tf.f T""" "^"y"- »'«' 
her late interview wiU fill^S^^t/r "^ "^r" ^•'° °' 

upon hie traces, shouU l^vC IL^' ''"* *\'* '^•**^ """^ 

hiu^eif Of theLi.e/r;rwra"h::LS!'tss 




BomoU fdt tlikt she oOnld do nothing deoiaive until ihe had 
seen Baldassane again, and learned the full truth about that 
"other wife"— learned whether she wete the wife to whom 
Tito was first bound. 

The possibilities about that other wife, which involTed the 
worst wound to hep hereditary pride, mingled themselves as 
a newly embittering suspicion with the earliest memories of 
her illusory love, eating away the lingering associations of 
tenderness with the past image of her husband; and her irre- 
sistible beUef in the rest of Baldassarre's revelation made her 
shrink from Tito with a horror which would perhaps have 
urged some passionate speech in spite of herself if he had not 
been more than usuaUy absent from home. Like many of 
the wealthier citijsens in that time of pestilence, he spent the 
mtervals of business chiefly in the country: the agreeable 
Melema was welcome at many villas, and since Eomola had 
refused to leave the city, he had no need to provide a oountiy 
residence of his own. 

But at last, in the later days of July, the aUeviation of 
those public troubles which had absorbed her activity and 
much of her thought left Bomola to a less counteracted sense 
of her personal lot. The Plague had almost disappeared, and 
the position of Savonarola was made more hopeful by a favor- 
able magistracy, who were writing urgent vindicatory letters to 
Borne on his behalf, entreating the withdrawal of the Excom- 

Eomola's healthy and vigorous frame 'ras undergoing the 
reaction of languor inevitable after continuous excitement and 
over-exertidn; but her mental restlessness would not allow her 
to remain at home without peremptory oocupatim, except 
during the sultiy hours. In the cool of the morning and 
evening she walked out constantly, varying her direction as 
much as possible, with the vague hope that if Baldassarre 
were still alive she might encounter him. Perhaps some ill- 
ness had brought a new paralysis of memory, and he had for- 
gotten where she lived— forgotten even her existence. That 
was her most sanguine explanation of his non-appearance. 
The explanation she felt to be most probable was, that he had 
died of the Plague. 

THB OTHiB yrm. 




on her way from Bs^mIZ'JTZ I^ ^°°« ^^ *« "^'^ 

her a litUe child not more fS^ '£ T^s^JTZ^' ^5°" 
clothing than his whitB «i,)h- "7 "^y«a™ oM, with no other 

look J^Tum In^ST *T/ ""^^^'^ "^ «»1 

could only .ee h . bLflaXTrl"' """""^ °"^" •*" 

withaoloudof redd^brotncLs^V^' TT '"'^ "'""'y' 
he turned toward hT ,^^ ^ curls above itj but in the next 

hid^ri^'u^fofter'SL'^srj^r*^''' ''^'''' -» - 

arnl !.« i,^o7 j . Passionate tenderness, instantly uneov- 

will meet ns. " ^"°- ^«rJ»"PS mamma 

thf moSStJttt'r' '!.''' '" •"^P« "' " --'»>' when 



him. •T'^nnJ'*"^' ^"^^ ^'^" "^^ «id, toying to lift 

The parted lips remained motionlees in awed silencw. .n^ 

».1:rSTT''^^J -^with'almu"^*."^^^ 

-LTi', ^ »*«' yielded itself quite willingly to tl» 

wonderful white Imnd, strong but soft ^ ^ *^ 

You hav» a mamma?" said Eomola, as they set out I«.w 

*„n^''i!r J"" f "' "°°*^*^ *"™i°8 tlia' he had a decided oDin 
on abouli and then Eomola found herself in a Zf .^ 

soionanou Ti,. > I'loysiiug saiaa, m deaf uncon- 

aflort to wake her Ki * 

•^- -d .u,.eWg5ais,to'ni •^'^ •«»-* ^« 

As LiUo pushed a«ain.t h " ^ ^ ""^ **»' distance. 

^ «P m be^iZ^Z'^Xn^Z^ T"'^ ^" •^««. art 
'^'"d on the fimre at tj, ' ^®'' S'anoe had no «U^ 

^,'5;;«'«"-'"07ing forward^ "^'^ * ^''"«. "either 

Ho '«a crying in thrstreet T/ ** '' ^'^ '■"'"' "<*!« C 
So we walked together a 1M« - ^^°^ ^^ ^^^ ™- aw^v' 
{ewae, and brought ^'h ^ "l^'t !" ' ?? ^« ^^-^ S 
T^t IS well else you ^oZ\SlTf ^t""' '^^"^ ^^^ 

The shook of finding that T n t *"«'"*=«'J-' 
every other feeling in T*s a for. J° ^"^ "^ '''^ay overcame 
^, and, seizini LiliorJm .' """°''°*- Her color^^t 

- ^. . the door^SLX^l- fl-VS 

"Bnt^yr£L7r.:^s -^^.o?:^er^7/ 
Sctti:?-'^^ "-*'« ^e ^% i^^rh^w^ r;t 

This question recalled TB«.f *v 
pwsenoe Without answe^g^fCftr"""' °' «°°«"a'« 
">g and timid again and iir **o™™ed toward her, blush- 
«o,ement The*oW;oma„ mXaS:'" "''' *°"°-d her 
'Doubtless the most nobMadv h, r?™'"'«' andsaid,- 
advancing a little nearer to nLT^^^ ^^ •"^'^■" TUn 
fame for him to hav7teen fo.fn? !l "^^ '«•'*«<*• ""'s^T 
fe kicked, and wauldn.^tLfws .:;!"' °f' ^'' «"^ ""i ^t 
-g^and the mother, poor tW :!!','':!^*''- - ">" mom- 



the lad's legs get so strong? Let yonr nobleness look at hii 

Lillo, oonsoions that his legs were in question, pnlled his 
shirt up a little higher, and looked down at their olive nmnd- 
ness with a dispassionate and ourious air. Bomola laughed, 
and stooped to give him a caressing shake and a kiss, and this 
action helped the reassurance that Tessa had already gathered 
from Monna Lisa's address to Eomola. For when Naldo had 
been told about the adventure at the Carnival, and Tessa had 
asked him who the heavenly lady that had come just when she 

was wanted, and had vanished so soon, was likely to be 

whether she could be the Holy Madonna herself? he had 

answered, "Not^ exactly, my Tessa; only one of the saints," 
and had not chosen to say more. 80 that in the dream-like 
combination of small experience which made up Tessa's 
thought Bomola had remained confusedly associated with the 
pictures in the churches, and when she reappeared, the grate- 
ful remembrance of her protection was slightly tinctured 
with religious awe— not deeply, for Tessa's dread was chiefly 
of ugly and evil beings. It seemed unlikely that good beings 
would be angry and punish her, as it was the nature of Nofri 
and the devil to do. And now that Monna Lisa had spoken 
freely about Lillo' s legs and Bomola had laughed, Tessa was 
more at her ease. 
"Ninna's in the cradle," she said. " Sh^i pretty, too." 
Bomola went to look at the sleeping Ninna, and Monna 
Lisa, one of the exceptivially meek deaf, who never expect 
to be spoken to, returned to her salad. 

"Ah! she is waking: she has opened her blue eyes," said 
Bomola. " You must take her up, and I will sit down in this 
chair— may I?— and nurse Lillo. Come, Lillol " 

She sat down in Tito's chair, and put out her arms toward 
the lad, whose eyes had followed her. He hesitated : and, 
pointing his small fingers at her with a half-puzzled, half- 
angry feeling, said, "That's Babbo's chair," not seeing hia 
way out of the difficulty if Babbo came and found Eomola in 
his pla-^e. 

" But Babbo is not here, and I shi;.'! go soon. Come, let me 
nurse you as he does," said Korool^ wnn Hni-ing to heraslf for 


boy mosf, as mL 5w *^ "^^ *°° "^'^"^ *° """"o «>e 

Niima'slittfefoot ''^^v,"" '" '^^ •*"* '"'^"^ to kiss 

care of me at the Carnivaf T ^11/^ *"* """" *° *at« 
■"^e and went awayT^\o ftr LhTJ""''.''^' y°" 
you were a sain, ^d^ttS'e'.etelM^a'a Tft 
the saints are very good I know .,,1 *' "'°"8'' 

and now you h^.7S^o7iZ Xr™ ^"^ *? •"*-' 
ways come and take care oT^f ^1, J^^^^ {"" ''"1 o^' 
long while ago; he <^e a^d tnn^ ^?°'' ^'^^° ^^ " 


a quiet cert^y of iLti,^*S "'*«"°^*''«'y. "ut with 
ous to Tessa. ""«""<» which was necessarily aysteri- 

"pXTou'CwSof^ifnd p'' fr^« • "*«« --''^- 

hill, and eVtr? C fi^^^';';;^ -^ our house on the 
His hair is dark and W-' .h« T"' ^ut not his hair. 
0^. "Ah, if ;:„ t i-t:;;r -• «««-« «ther ex. 

«Sh^efnStdt":,t!:£?,'^^«^'^-^ «.at h„n« 
-nt ^^, the horn of red c^r.,, ^TtC, d^k 0^^ 



ftOly tied rt at., end and raspended wift tho« myrtio txu- 

" It iB a fresh one. loutitUWy. See how bright it i.1 " 

SJlL™*^ ^J^* '* "«^'* *- '^'*« background of BomoU's 
finger. "Th^ get dim, and then he lete me out anott^ 
when hu. hair M grown; «^ I put it with the Breve, beoauae 
jomrtune. he i, away a long whUe. and then I think iV^ 
to take care of me." -~j» 

acrws her fingers. At Tessa's first mention of her husbwid 
,^^T''~°'u ™y''*«"°°»ly "I's kn«w not whence, a po.«bi]- 
ity had risen before Eomola that made her heart beai&ster- 
for to one who is .anxiously in search of a certain object the 
faintes suggestions have a peculiar significance. And when 
the curl was held toward her, it seemed for an instant Uke a 
r^L'^*^^"' '^^ '°*'*'' ^""■"^ l-l «"* towindwft^ 

wU "'"'vf!''^'^ '*'• ^"* "•'« P^"^ k" out- 
ward oalmnesB, bent not only on knowing the truth, but also 
on coming to that knowledge in a way that would not S 
this poor, truituig, ignorant thing, with the chUd's mindin 
the womaoa'8 body. "Foolish and halpless": yes; so far she 
corresponded to Baldassarre's aooonnt .wiarsne 

w^Z* " t'T*^ ""''" '^* "^ "•^"8 the impulse to 
withdraw her hand. « LUlo's curls will be Uke it, Lhlp^ 
for A« cheek, too, U dark. And you never know wh^ yo^ 
husband goes to when he leaves you? " ' 

children's way. « But I know Messer San Michele take, carl 
j^ him, for he gave him a b«iutiful coat, aU made of little 
ehans; and if he puts that on, nobody can kill him. And 
perhaps, if" Tes«. heritated a Uttle, under a recurrencTof 

«^«l!^*J, ., !!!™^ """•^^ "^^ ^""'•'' "^^"^ had been 
expelled by chatting contact-" if you were a saint^ you would 
ge^oare of him, too, because you have taken care of me and 

An agitated flush came over Bomola's face in the first mo- 
ment of certainty, but she had bent her cheek against Lillo's 
b^ The feelingthat leapedout in that flush wZmeZg 



be™ brought tol Bat Km^'^to t^'~^ """"^ *° '"^"' 
the only i,sue that would ^1!^^.^"'°'* »« ** th»' "ere 
tl«aan'insoluble p«bZ Y.t 1"*^ "'y"''"? -^^ for her 

olearert tones,— ''*' ''**<^ ^^ ««id, in her 

thi'/b2t£ratT™r h°asC//r ^°" "-^ -• Bat 
were first married? PerLn. t^ '^i'^ °°' """ '* ''ben you 
from you then?" ^^ ^' "'^'^ "«" *» be so long away 

tb^uthurJoJiL^itTr? !^^^'- ^'^--^.i 

I was beat«. then; a llnon^whil ""^ *" "^^ ^^^ ""o' 
we had the goats ^d i " ' '^ " ^""«'°'''' ^bere 

hai t^hL'^^t'?^ iL°d Sorr r"" ^- ^-^•^ 

and faster. """"^ ber heart beating faster 

JrmrwI^h'^^I^S al!fT "°r r ••- «-«-. 
<rf her destiny. *^ ^ '^ **«y ''°'^'l toU the seor^ 

Te;r^irnS,:-^p^rd"fi '^ '*•"' ""-^«^" "-^-^ 

"and then aitaL thev ^ZT ^'^" »8"bi as she spoke- 

eold^e^s »m, and we heard thel^^^^d thr^Tdo £ 

0hurIrwet'yo':maSS53r~J^*-o years. I„ which 
by one thought to p™! „^^^T^^ "^^^^^'j absorbed 
haps before the next m^^nhe Wh?" I'^'v^'"^'" ^"- 
and say that she was not T^MeCa^s l!^',° v' ^^'"^" 
vows which had bound her fa, ^•\! ^'^^ wife-that the 
had been made yoid befotl^d "' "^^ "^ ^"'P"™*'"' ^^ 

anIZk!r;\ttr wrallr'^°-*°- "^ ^"•l-''^. 

ahe had «r.ttled onS ^ ''"'""*'°8 ezpreadon. Hither?; 

, -_ aea on wi iout =ansoiomnes8 that she was making 



WTeUMoDB, any more than when she laid old thlnn over and 
oyer again to Monna Lisa. 

«^: , ?°J°" *'"°'' •" '"""d ""^ "* "Sry if I told youf » 
It U nght that you should toll me. Tell me ererythhw » 
said Bomola, looking at her with mild authority. 

li the impression from Naldo's command had been much 
more recent than it was, the constraining effect of BomoU's 
mysterious authority would hare overcome it. But the sense 
ttat she was tolling what she had never told before made her 
oegm with a lowered voice. 

" It was not in a church-it was at the Natiyiti, when there 
was a fair, and aU the people went overnight to see the Ma- 
donna m the Kunziata, and my mother was iU and couldn't 
go, and I took the bunch of cocoons for her; and then he came 
to me m the church and I heard him say, ' Tessal ' I know 
him because he had taken care of me at the San Giovanni, and 
then we went into the piazza where the fair was, and I had 
some berhngozzi, for I was hungry and he was very good to 
me ; and at the end of the piazza there was a holy father, and 
an alter hke what they have at the processions outside the 
churches. So he married us, and then Naldo took me back 
mto the c^h and left mej and I went home, and my mother 
died, and Nofn began to beat me more, and Naldo never came 

rTi „ . ."'^ *° ''^' ""^ """^ »* tlie Carnival I saw him 
and followed him, and he was angry, and said he would come 
some time, I must wait. So I went and waited; but, ohl it 
was a ong while before he eamej but he would have come if 
he could, for he was good; and then he took me away, because 
I cried and said I could not bear to stuy with Nofri. And, 
ohl I was so glad, and since then I have been always happ^ 
for I don't mind about the goats and mules, because I tave 
Lillo and Ninna now; and Naldo is never angry, only I think 
he doesn't love Ninna so well as Lillo, and she « pretty " 

Quite forgetting *hat she had thought her speech rather 
momentous at the beginning, Tessa feU to devouring Ninna 
with kisses, while Eomola sat in silence with absent ey-ss It 
was ineyiteble that in this moment she should think of tie 
ttree bemgs before her chiefly in their relation to her om n lot, 



h« hold of LUlo/aTd wS i'tt .^'T- ^^* ^-l "''•'•d 
PMflwving • ehBOHB that ». ^T^ .. ^""""Mquickbi 

from her shower of kiggei and^» ?*. u ° ""^ °°'' P»n»«l 
more placid delight Ste^tSl*"^''' ™t«med to the 
That face w« „*„derS a S« „h<^''*''^f y'aJy'»faoe. 
wx^miDg of a warmet^ter Sthf T^*^ ^'' *''* 8™^""! 
her «,i,«,r, fromTer '.^^L t . /f'^?"'^ ^°"«"» *°«i 
wa^y looks, while the tt^„lr„f 'Z*' "'"' °' '"» 1°"8 
movement, with kitten-STcCation"'' "'" '""""^ ^^ 



f«» for the least fo^L^eT™i?^i "'^ ^"^ ^^"^ 
in » friendly way on Mnn?. t , !^ ""^^ *° Pn* I'M hand 
farewell Bi^ Befo^Te ^H*" " '^'"i^"' ""^ "''k' h«^a 
reverence, romofatd dt;Sar"' "^ '"'^'^ ^"''-P 

tantrLii?serih'5eThet':^h'?:'^ ^' ""-^ "^ -'^■ 

mother's skirts «Sey t^''£i:°:*°°^l'''«^«*°"'~' 

"Do you think she «>« a^^t '"^dS''™ °* T 
showing her the look "^ "" ^"» » ear, 

movlmenfXS'gUtSZ^ ft'*^^ "^ " •«<*-<» 
^^_ a« angers, and then stroking the rippled gold, 






" Sbe'i a gTMt ttid noble lady. I mw luoh in my youth." 
Bomdla went home and sat alone through the aulby hoon 
of that day with the heary certainty that her lot waa un- 
changed. She was thrown back again on the oonfliot between 
the demands of an outward law, which she recognized at a 
widely ramifying obligation, aud the demands of inner moral 
facts which were becoming more and more peremptory. She 
had drunlc in deeply the spirit of that teaching by which Sa- 
vonarola had urged her to return to her place. She felt that 
the sanctity attached to all close relations, and, therefore, pre- 
eminently to the closest, was but the expression in outward 
law of that result toward which all human goodness and noble- 
ness must spontaneously tend; that the light abandonment of 
ties, whether inherited or voluntary, because they had oeaaed 
to be pleasant, was the uprooting of social and personal virtn*. 
What else had Tito's crime toward Baldassarre been but that 
abandonment working itself out to the most hideous extreme 
of falsity and ingratitude7 

And the inspiring consciousness breathed into her by Sa- 
vonarola's influence that her lot was vitally united with the 
general lot had exalted even the minor details of obligation 
into religion. She was marohing with a great army ; she was 
feeling the stress of a common life. If victims were needed, 
and it was uncertain on whom the lot might fall, she would 
stand ready to answer to her name. She had stood long; she 
had striven hard to fulfil the bond, but she had seen all the 
conditions which made the fulfilment possible gradually for- 
saking her. . The one effect of her marriage-tie seemed to be 
the stifling predominance over her of a nature that she despised. 
All her efforts at union had only made its impossibility more 
palpable, and the relation had become for her simply a degrad- 
ing servitude. The law was sacred. Yes, but rebellion might 
be sacred too. It flashed upon her mind that the problem be- 
fore her was essentially the same as that which had lain before 
Savonarola — the problem where the sacredness of obedience 
ended, and where the sacredness of rebellion began. To her, 
as to him, there had come one of those moments in life when 
the soul must dare to act on its own warrant, not only without 
external law to appeal to, but in the face of a aw which is not 




iTST!?.'"*. J«'^»rli«l>t«'tag._lightning. th.t m.yyet f.11 
ii tlM WMrant hM been false. 

«. t u ?^ "? ~""*' "' ^^ godfather or of Savonarola 
natal she had made one determined effort to .peak freely with 
Tito, and obtain hi. oonsent that she should live aput from 
him. She desired not to leave him clandestinely again, or to 
for«ke Florence. She would tell him that if he ever felt a 
real need of her, she would come back to him. Was not that 
tte utmost faithfulness to her bond that could be required of 
wl '^"ddenng anticipation came over her that he would 
clothe a refusal in a sneering suggestion that she should enter 
a convent a. the only mode of quitting him that would not 
be scandalous. He knew well that her mind revolted from 
that mMns of escape, not only because of her own repug- 
nance tea narrow rule, but because all the cherished mem- 
ones of her father forbade that she should adopt a mode of 
life which was associated with hU deepest griefs and his bit- 
»er6Bt disXike. 

ir, '^'*°«^'^ «»n"ounoed his intention of coining home this even- 
tag. She would wait for him, and say what she had to sav at 
once, for it was difficult to get his ear during the day If he 
had the slightest suspicion that personal words were cominir 
he slipped »way with an appearance of unpremeditated ease! 
When she sent for Kaso to tell him that she would wait for 
his master, she observed that the old man looked at her and 
hngered with li mixture of hesitation and wondering anxiety • 
but findu« that she asked him no question, he slowly turned 
away. Why should she ask questions? Perhaps Maao only 
knew or guessed something of what she knew already 

It was late before Tito came. Bomola had been pacing up 
and dtnm the long room which had once been the library with 
ae windows open, and a loose white linen robe on instead of 
her usual black garment. She was glad of that change after 
the long hours of heat and motionless meditation: but the 
coolness and exercise made her more intensely wakef uL and as 
She went with the lamp in her hand to open the door for Tito 
he might well have been startled by the vividness of her eyes 
and the expressioa of painful re.«luti(Hi, which was in contrast 



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with her nsual lelf-rMtraiiied qniesoenoa before him. But It 
seemed that this excitement was just what he ezpeetedv 

" Aht it is you, Bomola. Maso is gone to bed," he said, 
in a grave, quiet tone, interposing to close the door for her. 
Then, turning round, he said, looking at her more folly than 
he was wont, " You have beard it all, I see." 

Bomola quivered. He then was inclined to take the initia- 
tive, lie had been to Tessa. She led the way through the 
nearest door, set down her lamp, and turned toward him 

"Ton must not think despairingly of the consequences," 
said Tito, in a tone of soothing encouragement, at which 
Bomola stood wondering, until he added: " The accused have 
too many family ties with all parties not to escape ; and Messer 
Bernardo del Kero has other things in his favor besides his 

Bomola started, and gave a cry as if she had been suddenly 
stricken by a sharp weapon. 

" What I you did not know it? " said Tito, putting his hand 
under her arm that he might leal her to a seat; but she seemed 
to be unaware of his touch. 

"Tell me," she said, hastily— "tell me what it is." 

" A man, whose name you may forget — Lamberto dell' An- 
tella — who was banished, has been seized within the territory : 
a letter has been found on him of very dangerous import to 
the chief Mediceans, and the scoundrel^ who was once a favor- 
ite hound of Piero de' Medici, is ready now to swear what any 
one pleases against him or his friends. Some have made their 
escape, but five are now in prison." 

"My godfather?" said Bomola, scarcely above a whisper, 
as Tito made a slight pause. 

"Yes: I grieve to say it. But along with him there are 
three, at least, whose names have a commanding interest even 
among the popular party — Niocol6 Bidolfi, Lorenzo Toma- 
buoni, and Giannozzo Fucci." 

The tide of Bomola' s feelings had been violently turned into 
a new channel. In the tumult of that moment there could be 
no check to the words which came as the impulsive utterance 
of her long-accumulating horror. When Tito had named the 


^^ And you—jon are gafe? » 
witt^^» •" fertainly an amiable wife, my Eomda. " said Ti(«. 
ThlS^r' ^^"^ """y- " Yes! I am^ safe." ^ ""* "*^ 
They turned away from eaoh other in silence. 



agency from the Mediceans, he had^^lt Lll "'""^ ^" 
employed and exclusively Cted Kern uT "^^"^^ 
him to keep up this triple emeThl «^- • , T"* *"? *» 
admitted^ th'e Mec^S^sTtheir o^nThSe^ri'Tll"^ 
cf^y Standard by which they corras^'e*S.e KoS 


frianda nf fi,. 7-^ L- ^"^' ™^ -Bonjan and Milanese 




hand correspondonce and espionage, in which tho deepest hy- 
pocrisy was the best seivioe, and demanded the heaviest pay; 
BO that to suspect an agent because he played a part strongly 
would have been an absurd want of logic. On the other hand, 
the Fiagnoni of the popular party, who had the directness 
that belongs to energetic conviction, were the more inclined to 
credit Tito with sincurity in his political adhesion to them, be- 
cause he affected no religious sympathies. 

By virtue of these conditions, the last three months had 
been a time of flattering success to Tito. The result he most 
oared for was the securing of a future position for himself at 
Borne or at Milan; for he had a growing determinatinn, when 
the favorable moment should come, to quit Florence for one of 
those great capital^ where life was easier, and the rewards of 
talent and learning were more splendid. At present, the scale 
dipped in favor of Milan ; and if within the year he could ren- 
der certain services to Duke Ludovico Sforza, he had the pros- 
pect of a place at the Milanese court which outweighed the 
advantages of Borne. 

The revelation of the Medicean conspiracy, then, had been 
a subject of forethought to Tito; but he had not been able to 
foresee the mode in which it would be brought about. The 
arrest of Lamberto dell' Antella with a tell-tale letter on his 
person, and a bitter rancor against the Medici in his heart, was 
an incalculable event. It was not possible, in spite of the care- 
fol pretexts with which his agency had been guarded, that 
Tito should escape implication: he had never expected this 
in ease of any wide ditxsovery concerning the Medicean plots. 
But his quick mind had soon traced out the course that would 
secure his own safety with the fewest unpleasant concomitants. 
It is agreeable to keep a whole skin; but the skin still re- 
mains an organ sensitive to the atmosphere. 

His reckoning had not deceived him. That night, before 
he returned home, he had secured the three results for which 
he most cared : he was to be freed from all proceedings agaJnst 
him on account of complicity with the Mediceans; he was to 
retain his secretaryship for another year, unless he previously 
resigned it; and, lastly, the price by which he had obtained 
these gnarantees was to be kept as a State secret The price 

^^HT TITO WAS 8AFK. ^gg 

Valori. aa we have Zn, ^LZt^ZV^ ^J"'" ^"^"^ 
ftk certain fine qnalitiUXtwere^n^ • ^' ^'''«°°"' « ""^ 
lent partisanship, with a^ t^JI!,?* ""'°'»P«ti'>le with vio- 
friends, ^or with bXr^S^i^T' ''"* ""'""tod W. 
terest being directed agS^Ci^fl'-f-""* °* ">« Wt- 
• brief private intervi^^tefTf ^"^ ^*'°- T'' »''■". ia 
Tito avowed hi, own i^^eTLt^Tf- " P''''*^ °^ "^'^y? 
duced by motives abouf which h«^ Mediceans-an agency iil 
tbe same tin>e that he had a "rsZir^S f^^' •'^''^'°8 "» 
and that he sincerely pre Wd «.« n, • !^ """^ ''*^°'*« f"*"". 
government; affected to cTngd^toT^?"^"' °* *^« P°P"J« 
own personal dislike for Ctd^dll C' *" V'''' ^^ 
preparation, came to the imlTnt si/ '?' T*^ '^'«' ">« 
another Medicean plot, of^M^ ^ 1^*"^°* *"* ""*« ^« 
««.. from the goverameni hhlw . ^-"^ ""'*^ ''"■'di- 
and into Bomagn^ where Piero de' L ^" ^°""«y *° Siena 
to gather forces, obtain doc^m«nf. "i "^ "«»^ trying 

the council. To thL «n^ documentary evidence to lay before 

a Afedicean agent shord'b^ZLrenf'"^*"''' '"'--*^' « 
bence the fact that he had hTn . "^ *°'" *" Mediceans, and 
authorities must be wrao™^^ T"" °* i^ormation t^ the 
odor of the facta miSeSe°i?'r'r'r^"'^- «*'»' «»-« 
fore Tito could incL tte LpTeZnl ."' ^"*""*^°"' '^d ^e- 
against his friends, he must^^^,.^ consequences of acting 


atensely bent on the ^timatioa of Ti tol / "^^ ''^ ""t 
mtensely bent on procuri^^ e°Z'^ '/""''"""i «»nd it «,„ 
five prisoners. O^ere were Zff^^ **"'*'"'« "«a'nst tb« 
tbem, and it was to blw s^^^^*^ T'"'" '^°^ *° ^''-^ 
evidence .gainst them s^oSliV^""' «^"°<»«) *^' ""• 
no Of the .trongeaii so as to 





•larm all weU-»ffeoted men at tke dangers of clemency. The 
character of legal proceedings at that time implied that evi- 
dence was one of those desirable things which could cmly'be 
come at by foul means. To catch a few people and torture 
them into confessing everybody's guilt was one step toward 
justice and it was not always easy to see the next, unless a 
traitor .amiid up. Lamberto dell' Antella had been tortured 
in aid of hit previous willingness to tell more than he knew 
nevertheless, additional and stronger facts were desirable, es- 
pecially against Bernardo del Nero, who, so far as appeared 
hitherto, had simply refrained from betraying the late plot 
after having tried in vain to discourage itj for the wel&re of 
Florence demanded that the guilt of Bernardo del Nero should 
be put in the strongest light. So Francesco Valori zealously 
believed; aid perhaps > he was not himself aware that the 
strength of his zeal was determined by his hatred. He de- 
cided that Tito' s proposition ought to be accepted, laid it before 
his colleagues without disclosing Tito's name, and won them 
over to his opinion. Late in the day, Tito was admitted to an 
audience of the Special Council, and produoec- a deep sensap 
tion among them by revealing another plot for insuring the 
^Jtery of Florence to Piero dt' Medici, whioh was to have 
been carried into execution in the middle of thia very month 
of August. Documentary evidence on this subjeot would do 
more than anything else to make the right course clear. He 
received a commission to start for Siena by break of day j and, 
besides this, he carried away with him from the council cham- 
ber a written guarantee of his immunity and of his retention 
of office. 

Among the twenty Florentines who bent their grave eyes 
on Tito, as he stood gracefully before them, speaking of start- 
ling things with easy periphrasis, and with that apparently un- 
affected admission of being actuated by motives short of the 
highest, which is often the intensest affectation, there were sev- 
eral whose minds were not too entirely preoccupied to pass 
a new judgment on him in theje new circumstances; they 
silently concluded that this ingenious and serviceable Greek 
was in future rather to be used for public needs than for pri- 
vate intimacy. Unprincipled men were useful, enabling those 

'rar TITO WA8 SAW. ^ 

be carried on in any de^rh^L? ^.' *°^''' ^°'' We was to 
whom it would noTbe X^r?* "i'^"."* '•^'« iMtrum^ta 
«.. .ct of handing'tTem tS:"i*° '^t °%\"^'' "P<'»^ 
who passed « tacit judgmen"rmto !r''°J"""* '""y""*" 
8«ged in a memorable toansa«t°L that„ m t^'^' *»»'««»■ 
been carried through withou^TSe o7i ^ '"'°"""'' "^'^ 
M decided as his: bat as thij. t ^ "nsompnlousneas 

»«id for them, it ^as one tti„^ f^ ."'^ ^"«''* ^ P»lci h!S 
«.d «.oth^^ ^C: S^^i!"" "'•' '"^^ of treache^ 

" Ji *™«'imento a moW pl»ce .— 


jnst insight: « mixed ooUtio„„,1v'?""^«? truthfukess or 
notof hopeles..oonfusionutof1t^f "^"^ " *'"' "P>, 
For Tito himselt he ™„L'*™««^» "'<'«'• 

Kttleintbeestimateof tt^^^iXT!""" *" •■*» "«* • 
He had that degree otsluZtm^^'^^^^'^^'^- 
Moompanies the habit of wti^ „ ^n^°° ^^'"^ necessarily 
whatever qnaUiyj Td tf he ^^J^r^T''''^"'''* '^"^ ^ 
declined to «ee lUmself diLItlerr'''^"' *'*' ^"^^ ^^^ 

He had never meant to be SSVr/' '^^ '"'^'J- 
to conduct himself so ably th^tSTJfi 5 •^'^ ""'"' -'ways 
standard of other mea^Lshll f ^ ^ opposition to the 
Wrier between himseSd Sa h^/IT "' "' «'<'«"' 
"np.ssibUi(y of such conec^^t ° ^.'v*^ '^^ "^'^ ^^ tbe 
condemnatory judgments mZ" T^ ^T ^* "'""^ fcom 
notadapthimself. ^ut tl^^^^^^"^'*" ,'<'T''!''^ he could 
of cleverness as oonld be wS.Id a!?^ * P^^" ^ ""^^^ds 
•aoonv,niently. He had rX no ™n ""'. '"^ *""«d out 
nardo del Nero; he haraZ^s? I^ ' ^^^^ ^'^^ »>,. 
•-. and Oianno^ PnccrKJZS'^^---- 



and in raoh a mj that U their party had been winners he 
would hare merited high reward ; but waa he to relinqoiah all 
the agreeable fruits of life because their party had failed? Hit 
proffer of a little additional proof against them would proba- 
bly have no influence on their fate ; in fact, he felt oonTinoed 
they would escape any extreme consequences; but if he had 
not given it, his own fortunes, which made a promising fabric, 
would have been utterly ruined. And what motive could any 
man really have, except his own interest? Florentines whose 
passions were engaged in their petty and precarious political 
schemes might have no self-interest separable from family 
pride and tenacity in old hatreds and attachments; a modem 
simpleton who swallowed whole one of the old systems of 
philosophy, and took the indigestion it occasioned for the 
signs of a divine dS&ai or the voice of an inward monitor, 
might see his interest in a form of self-conceit which he called 
self -rewarding virtue; fanatics who believed in the coming 
Scourge and Renovation might see their own interest in a fu- 
ture palm-branch and white robe : but no man of clear intel- 
lect idlowed his course to be determined by such puerile im- 
pulses or questionable inward fumes. Bid not Fontanus, poet 
and philosopher of unrivalled Latinity, make the finest possi- 
ble oration at Naples to welcome the French king, who had 
come to dethrone the learned orator's royal friend and patron? 
and still Pontanus held up his head and prospered. Men did 
not rea'ly care alx>ut these things, except v hen their personal 
spleen was touched. It was weakness only that was despised ; 
power of any sort carried its immunity ; and no man, unless 
by very rare good fortune, could mount high in the world 
without incurring a few unpleasant necessities which laid him 
open to enmity, and perhaps to a little hissing, when enmity 
wanted a pretext. 

It was a faint prognostic of that hissing, gathered by l^ito 
from certain indications when he was before the council, which 
gave his present conduct the character of an epoch to him, and 
made him dwell on it with argumentative vindication. It was 
not that he was taking a deeper step in wrong-doing, for it 
was not possible that he should feel any tie to the Medioeans 
to be stronger than the tie to his father ; but his conduct to 


entmes, with their futile quwreh .„T t- ^'*' "^^ ^'"- 
brilliant suooee. at Florenr w\ /"^-"^ '°^°«'- »« 
he had fallen in love wUh thL t^n ''°""' "^'^ ^'^o « i' = 
had come back under Sl,abTo°™ZT '"'' ??''»"'»™' 
gaUoped with a loose rein;^.. i j ^,^**°<'*'- B"* «» Tito 
Wm Chioh he w^uld L C "i!!"^ '" '"'' " *''"'«' b^fo^ 
fk-. HehadCht::ey3;„S„^-*«'»''y those „>i3- 

WM in the fresh ripeness of elrfit J,?. ?"*v'^"*'^y' ^* 
soioM of well-tried skiU Conllv, "l '"^y' ^« *»• <»"- 
P«rti >• of rehearsal oJoaiin^nl!./°* "^^ ^'"""U °' t^" 
to robe hin^self for thlt^L"' " "'"^ *"" '"'^ ""^^^ 

on ttSomltlciJ^h' "'^•*"«°"' - «"« ^-^ thai, 

"•eoognize in the lamplight Th»™. l^** °°* """y*^ <» 

willing to serve tTltato by ^viT'inT ^l Ceocone-ah» 
euooesaful employers. ^ *^ * information against on- 


A rmxh TrnDBBSTABMlfQ. 

seventeenth of iZsT ^™ f '"^ ^^ '"'* °°* «"«° «" the 
tte arrest of the X^'ed, S ftiU tf'*" ""^ ^"^"^ ^<« 
their fate was uncer^' Znola hfdT ,rr> P'^"' »«" 
as if all cares wore susnenrfT^T \ *^* '^'""'« *^ ^terval 

seemed strongly in favor of rt- ■ Sometimes they 

effective inte^st on Teir bet^?™^'- *°' '^^ '^'^'^ ^ 

and an indefinite, pros^ ^^^ '"'"' l-^Khtened by deky, 

P««Pect of delay was opened by the relno- 

(7-37* ■ 




tanM of all pattoni in authority to inonr the odiom ««»t«^if «»* 
OQ any deoision. On the one side there was a loud vtj thAt 
the Kepublio was in danger, and that lenity to the prisoners 
would be the signal of attack for all its enemies ; on the other, 
there waa a certainty that a sentence of death and oonfisoation 
of property passed on five citizens of distinguished name 
would entail the rancorous hatred of che<T relatires on all who 
were conspicuously instrumental to such a sentence. 

The final judgment properly lay with the Eight, who pre- 
sided over the administration of criminal justice; and the sen- 
tence depended on a majority of six votes. But the Eight 
shrank from their onerous responsibility, and asked in this ex- 
oeptional case to have it shared by the Siguoria (or the Oon- 
fsloniere and %e eight ^Priors). The Signoria in its turn 
shrugged its shoulders, and proposed the appeal to the Great 
Council. For, according to a law passed by the earnest per- 
suasion of Savonarola nearly three years before, whenever a 
citizen was condemned to death by the fatal six votes (called 
the teifavt or nz beam, beans being in more senses than one 
the political pulse of Florence), he had the right of appealing 
from that sentence to the Great Council. 

But in this stage of the business, the friends of the accused 
resisted the appeal, determined chiefly by the wish to gain de- 
lay; and, in fact, strict legality required that sentence should 
have been passed prior to the appeal. Their resistance pre- 
vailed, and a middle course was taken; the sentence waa re- 
ferred to a large assembly convened on the seventeenth, con- 
sisting of all the higher magistracies, the smaller council or 
Senate of Eighty, 'and a select number of citizens. 

On this day Bomola, with anxiety heightened by the possi- 
bility that before its close her godfather's fate might be de- 
cided, had obtained leave to see him for the second time, but 
only in the presence of witnesses. She had returned to the 
Via de' Bardi in company with her cousin Brigida, still igno- 
rant whether the council had come to any decisive issue; and 
Monna Brigida had gone out again to await the momentous 
news at the house of a friend belonging to one of the magis- 
tracies, that she might bring back authentic tidings as soon as 
they were to be had. 


8h« Mt with her back to th. H~^." V '1 •»n«n»<Jed her. 

•nd KomoU wa. exi«^r» w ^^**™°* ^"S'*!* !>•<» gone, 
opened ri.e knew it w^of m""^?-., ^ut when the d^i 
Since «he had l^A* T' ^"'«'*' '''«' ontofed. 

.he h.dhadn^etteCprS"tol':^,L^r^r;r'' -'»•■'' 
won his safety by treaohVn; *"™°* ner belief that he had 

denoethatheVs XTtid'rtrMiT''^^''''''^''''"^ 
ieved by then, to be ^TmSuhL^ « Medioean^ and was be- 

«> Komagna, under coTX"^*^;''*^ '"^^ «" theirs 
emment. For theobsoj^t whifh Sr''".'"'"''^''*'''- 
u>g the conspirators was sW^T.,i "^f.^^^We oonoem- 
"t Jt*^ 1--^^ -rt Slt^'^ •* *» ^ -^erstood 

- :j Knd'jstrCd^^iL'- '^'^^'^= ^- '•»■ 

stent's pause tooka swt <m .h- 1 * '^ ^* '^' « fa>- 
oppositetoher. ThrlhTr^^" "'^'' '^ ""» t""!- J>"' 
tat she was mnte. He M^i, '''^' """^ ^'^^'^ "' hta; 
oooUy,_ *'*"*'"*''<"'»nyi»itatipn, but said 

I -^-trSt^'i:rote:fof°^'''i?"^' ^°^- ««* 

oome, however, if you wiuS . '*"!"! '""^"'O- I am 
lief of hope. " ^ "**" to me, to bring you the re- 

duSHt^' "' """^ """' ^«-' •-' looked at him 

whl'^K,SrtTh:trcu*°sT'°'^--'«» *'■-«'' ■*«! 

^e Eight have been 51^7^^ '^^^^^'y^- 
of condemnation, but the dem^^H V "■*" P«''"'8 « "eatenoe 






RomoU'i taM lent ito dnbioai •zpiMiioDi ih* uked Mr 
" And when U it to be tuOtf " 

" It hM not yet been granted i bat it may be granted. The 
Special Council is to meet again on the twenty-fint to delib- 
erate whether the Appeal ehall be allowed or not. In the 
mean time there it an interyal of three dayi, in which ohaneaa 
may occur in favor of the pritonen — in which interest may be 
uied on their behalf." 

Bomola started from her seat. The color had risen to her 
face like a visible thought, and her hands trembled. In that 
moment her feeling toward Tito was forgotten. 

" Possibly," said Tito, also rising, " your own intention may 
have anticipated what J. was going to say. You are t hinHn g 
of the Frate." 

" I am, " said Bomola, looking at him with surprise. " Has 
he done anything? Is there anjrthing to tell me? " 

"Only this. It was Messer Francesco Valori's bitterness 
and violence which chiefly determined the coarse of things in 
the council to-day. Half the men who gave in their opinioo 
against the prisoners were frightened into it, and there are 
numerous friends of Fra Oirolamo both in this Special Council 
and out of it who are strongly opposed to the sentence of 
death — Piero Ouicciardini, for example, who is one member of 
the Signoria that made the stoutest resistance; and there is 
Giovan Battista Bidolfl, who, Piagnone as he is, will not 
lightly forgive the death of his brother Niocol6." 

" But how can the Appeal be denied," said Bomola, indig- 
nantly, "when 'it is the law — when it was one of the chief 
glories of the popular government to have passed the law? " 

" They call this an exceptional case. Of course there are 
ingenious arg-.ment8, but there is much more of loud bluster 
about t^e danger of the Bepublio. But, you see, no opposi- 
tion could prevent the assembly from being prorogued, and a 
certain powerful influence rightly applied during the next 
three days might determine the wavering courage of those 
who desire that the Appeal should be granted, and might even 
giv^ a check to the headlong enmity of Francesco Valori. It 
happens to have come to my knowledge that the Frate has to 


l«gB uow." ^ "*""» *""• to UMJOOr priTi- 

" It ii trn^" said KomoU. with .„ .1 , ^ 

-- •>•"- tut t., .s ;xtvi SSI .;? 

which i. .taort entbelyti^; ^1 ^' ^^^t^ 80TTnm.nt 
AppeU without entering hi. p„tLt.K ^^Z *° '^•°' *»"• 
ing in hi. booke and .emoLeCt w^^ ' ^ """• ■»«"■ 
Vr^-' But between™^Lw w7r ^f '''° «°' ">» '""^ 
Fwte', ability, my Romoll hJ^ "" "•P«" '<» your 

preaching thaTform Stin Jrifi*^ 'lf° *^'' P""""' °' 
«awicked ■nalcontenuwtc^^forhi^forf '"""« '^"»'" 


"Better lo.e no timt hen -• ^^ Tito ^>k ""^ '""•*"<^- 

%, moving hia cap round L hia^an^l ' 'i*? "°°'"'^ »««'■ 

pntitonanddepa^. "ITd n^,p ", "^ '""'*"'"''»«' *<> 

be -We to see, i^ .pite of preiudr^^T'*' ^'^ '"1 P«'1>«P. 

•^ P w 01 prejudice, that my wiehes go with 

tim»tely enacted, being wider thaiwhl 1 ' ""* ^"o' -Appeal ul- 

8.Tona«.l., wa.a«u^e„7bltte^^' '«"' ""ginally contemplS by 
ot^ TLtocratio party ,ol at^hiTt^T *" """• " » ^"'r'^ance 
ppvemmentthe injuriou. reauirof 1?™^ the mea«urea of the popular 
2:rw"» biographer Ci ght oTLt^h','" '^"'« """"«'^ 
mon., but In a deliberately prenaredLt ,--"''' ""'y 'ahi««r' 
«»««».) written long after the A^S h«S^ ' Compendium SaOa- 
nerate. among the beneflto ewS^ .S*^,"^"™ '•"■ Savonarola enu^ 


yours in this mattei. Y<m will not regard the miifottane ot 
my safety as an offence." 

Something like an eleotric shook passed throngh Bomola: it 
was the full consciousness of her husband's presence returning 
to her. She looked at him without speaking. 

"At least," he added, in a sUghtly harder tone, "yon will 
endeavor to base our intercourse on some other reasonings 
than that because an evil deed is possible / have done it. 
Am I alone to be bey ond the pale of your extensive charity? " 
The feeling which had been driven back from Bomola's lips 
a fortnight before rose again with the gathered force of a tidal 
wave. She spoke with a decision which told him that she 
was careless of consequences. 

" It is too late, Tito. There is no kUIing the suspicion that 
deceit has once begotten. And now I know everything. I 
know who that old man was: he was yonr father, to whom 
you owe everything—to whom you owe more than if you had 
been his own child. By the side of that, it is a small thing 
that you broke my trust and my father's. As long as you 
deny the truth about that old man, there is a horror rising 
between us: the law that should make ns one can never be 
obeyed. I too am a human being. I have a soul of my own 
that abhors your actions. Our union is a pretence— as if a 
perpetual lie could be a sacred marriage." 

Tito did not answer immediately. When he did speak it 
was with a calculated caution, that was stimulated by alarm. 

" And you mean to carry out that independence by quitting 
me, I presume?" 
"I desire to quit you," said Bomola, impetuously. 
" And supposing I do not submit to part with what the law 
gives me some security for retaining? You will then, of 
course, proclaim your reasons in the ear of all Plorence. You 
will bring forward your mad assassin, who is doubtless ready 
to obey your call, and you will teU the world that jou beKeve 
his testimony because he is so rational as to desire to assassi- 
nate me. You will first inform the Signoria that I am a 
Medicean conspirator, and then you will inform the Mediceans 
that I have betrayed them, and in both oases you will offer 
the excellent proof that you believe me capable in general of 


holding me up to ^Ivv? "^"K-'^'io^oe. you .uooeed in 

of Meaner Ber^^! CoJ°"'^ *^° "^ "'^^S ^^^ «" 
"Why do I speak of anythina? " oriaH Tin»„i- • 

But in ^.t instant she'Z^:?,„^,S:L^°- Brigida. 

».y Ser:r &t^ ^ ^^*^^- ^ -•* - 



agX^&l: ^a^l^'i: ^■«.'"°«- -l-- Bon.ola wa. 
Salves^, the eveninri^.^""*""**^'^ *^^^ ^» 

with FraGiJCirfhe^^^te^horf?."' "^ ^'«'^'"' 
rigidity with whinh a.r ""'P*'^''''"** of the conyent. The 

ever they were grire^'th"; ^ "^7*::^ "'"' "^^ """^ 
«noe of mystery. FoTthis relZ h,?1 ^ 1""° "^^ *PP«"- 
which there were likelvfciV-^ ^ l""" "''"^«° "as one at 
tM. of San :^^*'^ *" '"' """^ ^"»t°« i« the outer olois- 



She chose to pass through the heart of the city that Ae 
might notice the eigne of public feeling. Byery loggia, eveiy 
convenient comer of the piazza, every shop that nuwle a ren- 
dezvous for gossips, was astir with the excitement of gratuitous 
debate; a languishing trade tending to make political discus- 
sion all the more vigorous. It was clear that the parties for 
and against the death of the conspirators were bent on making 
the fullest use of the three days' interval in order to deter- 
mine the popular mood. Already handbUls were in circula- 
tion; some presenting, in large print, the alternative of jus- 
tice on the conspirators or ruin to the Bepublic; others in 
equally large print urging the observance of the law and the 
granting of the Appeal. Bound these jutting islets of black 
capitals there were lakesi of smaUer characters setting forth 
arguments less necessary to be read: for it was an opinion en- 
tertained at that time (in the first flush of triumph at the dis- 
covery of printing) that there was no argument more widely 
convincing than question-begging phrases in large type. 

Eomola, however, cared especially to become aoqoainted 
with the arguments in smaller type, and, though obliged to 
hasten forward, she looked round anxiously as she went that 
she might miss no opportunity of securing copies. For a long 
way she saw none but such as were in the hands of eager 
readers, or else fixed on the walls, from which in some places 
the sbirri were tearing them down. But at last, passing be- 
hind San Giovanni with a quickened pace that she might avoid 
the many acquaintances who frequented the piazza, she saw 
Bratti with a stock of handbills which he appeared to be ex- 
changing for smaU coin with the passers-by. She was too 
familiar with the humble life of Florence for Bratti to be any 
stranger to her, and turning toward him she said, "Have you 
two sorts of handbills, Bratti? Let me have them quickly." 
" Two sorts, " said Bratti, separating the wet sheets with a 
slowness that tried Bomola's patience. " There's ' Law, ' and 
there's 'Justice.'" 
" Which sort do you sell most of? " 

Justice '— ' Justice ' goes the quickest,— so I raised the 

price, and made it two danari. But then I bethought me the 

Iiaw' was good ware too, and had as good a right to be 


doing it. w„ng. Andl'JTfai^'^er ?^Jf'"^"l'^ 

more than one of a sort?" "^""P""- But you'U want 

„i.'Tl!,°°' ''*'?'* " ''^*''' quattrino fop the two " said Rn» 
o^ folding np the biUs and hurrying away "'" 

<» U» «™8 j™m, Ji. IM ™. brfte. 6™iJS JS 



spot— to be repelled by maible rigidity. She gave no ip*^ 
for the remembranoe to become more definite^ for the at onoe 
opened the handbilli, thinking she should perhaps be able to 
read them in the interval before Fra Oirolamo appeared. Bat 
by the time she had read to the end of the one that recom- 
mended the observance of the law, the door was opening^ and 
doubling up the papers she stood expectant. 

When the Frate had entered she knelt, according to the 
usual practice of those who saw him in private; but as soon as 
he had uttered a benedictory greeting she rose and stood op- 
posite to him at a few yards' distance. Owing to his seclu- 
sion since he had been excommunicated, it had been an un- 
usually long while since she had seen him, and the late months 
had visibly deepened in his face the marks of overtaxed men- 
tal activity and bodily severities; and yet Bomola was not so 
conscious of this change as of another, which was less defin- 
able. Was it that the expression of serene elevation and 
pore human fellowship which had once moved her was no 
longer present in the same force, or was it that the sense of 
his being divided from her in her feeling about her godfather 
roused the slumbering sources of olienaticm, and marred her 
own vision? Perhaps both causes were at work. Onr rela- 
tions with onr fellow-men are most often determined by coin- 
cident currents of that sort ; the inexcusable word or deed sel- 
dom comes until after a&ection or reverence has been already 
enfeebled by the strain of repeated excuses. 

It was true that Savonarola's glance at Bomola had some of 
that hardness which is caused by an egotistic prepossession. 
He divined that the interview she had sought was to turn on 
the fate of the conspirators, a subject on which he had already 
had to quell inner voices that might become loud again when 
encouraged from without. Seated in his cell, correcting the 
sheets of his " Triumph of the Cross," it was easier to repose 
on a resolution of neutrality. 

" It is a question of moment, doubtless, on which you wished 
to see me, my daughter," he began, in a tone which was gen- 
tle rather from self-control than from immediate inclination. 
" I know you are not wont to lay stress on small matters." 

" Father, you know what it is before I tell you," said Bom- 

VtMADOfQ. 4gg 

rf hun h« gone together with the thought J my faS'L 
long as I remember the davlieht Th«f L ^ " 

owning to vou. e»T> if ™l » • v , '* "^ warrant for 
P«h.;. i/i^ T ^ """^S «'«"^'i J'a^'e been needless 

"I was going to say, father, that this matter is s„r«w ^ 
higher moment than many about whi«h T T ", *»"ly°f 
preach and ethort fervidly if ifh-i ^ . *""* ^"^^ y"" 




the nght bebg denied to alaoat the fint men who need 
It? Surely that toaohes the Christian life more olosely than 
whether yon knew beforehand that the Dauphin would die. or 
whether Pisa will be oonquered. " 

There was a subtle movement, like a snbdued sign of pain, 
in Savonarola's strong lips, before he began to speak 

My daughter, I speak as it is given me to speak— I am 
not maater of the times when I may become the vehicle of 
knowledge beyond the common lights of men. In this case I 
have no illumination beyond what wisdom may give to those 
who are charged with the safety of the State. As to the law 
ofAppeal against the Six Votes, I labored to have it passed in 
order that no Florentine should be subject to loss of life and 
goods through the private hatred of a few who might happen 
to be m power; but these five men, who have desired to ovm^ 
throw a free government and restore a corrupt tyrant, have 
been condemned with the assent of a large assembly of their 
fellow-oitizens. They refused at first to have their cause 
brought before the Great Council. They have lost the right 
to the appeal." ^ 

"How can they have lost it?" said Eomola. "It is the 
nght to appeal against condemnation, and they have never 
been condemned tiU now; and, forgive me, father, it » pri- 
vate hatred that would deny thcai the appeal; it is the vio- 
lence of the few that frightens others; else why was the as- 
sembly divided again directly after it had seemed to agree? 
And If anything weighs against the observance of the law, let 
ttis weigh >• it-this, that you used to preach more earnestly 
thui all else, that there should be no place given to hatred 
and Woodshed because of these party strifes, so that private 
lU- will should not find its opportunities in public acts. Father 
you W that there is private hatred concerned here- will it 
not dishonor you not to have interposed on the side of mercy, 
when there are many who hold that it is also Ae side of law 
and justice? ;' 

"My daughter," said Fra Girolamo, with more visible emo- 
tion than before* "there is a mercy which is weakness, and 
even treason against the common good. The r fety of Flor- 
ence, which means even more than the welfare of Florentines. 

for » plot WohhMnot yrt^" ^ «»«i«»med, butalw 
«>«t were leading to it. IVJT "~"'»<li and the dev^ 
^t « .till gaC4 ". w: rr P"* « »d to?^ 
»»« of Floreno^ w™Vt inT»\^^^°»'»8n», and the e^ 

l^ed Jrprise. ^""^ "^^"^g. «"d trembling with 

poilSg S^^si.r °",^ w r" -''^ ^- «-l-o. 

y°n that the government has h^"!""? ''^> P»Wa. td^ 

Bomola hastily opened tViT "f^.^^wiMtion. " ' 
"«l«iwthat thf^C^l*^'^^/^^'^^ '""'"^ "otyet read 
^i plot, which waste CI KL°Z.?°J'''^"« «-W«>ce1^ 
^0. To her mind it wa/Ift« V""^ °"* ^ ">" August 
T.tohadwonhissafe^by fS'JL"''"'*^' """^''^tion Zl 
"■« that the JVate sho^d exert hT^^f; ^^ ?'*"•»«« «' '^- 
dea^ed only helped Te w'etoh^"'^'' °." ^^ of theX 
"P the paper in her haul ITt^iTTf'^- ^^' "'"•ied 
'"tt new p„3i " JatherrwhaSv^'T'"^'^ •'^^'«^i 
enoe when the worst man cL» ,Uwa« 1^ ""^o *^*«' ** ^^ ^lor- 
on, a sudden flash of rem^K ^"^'"P*'^ And, "she went 
about her huslTd, "CeTotT '^°'^«fr°"' ^e ta 
d-eption Which o^rmXCC^T'"'''^'''''^^^ 
«^ favor to be shown to Lo^^tI^I"™"""' ^y wanting 
two fiwes, and flattered yon^h JT "''°'' "^^ ^"" ''oi^ 
«y godfather has alwaysZn wf T of "flection, when 
of those five men has the Tm^ ^"^ *" Florence who 

^y who will name a^y otte/n '^^u'^'* "■««» ^1 not S^ 
you did interpose wi7Cc^^;f'^,^'""''°<^«'I^e«^ 



of her n»tura so roused that she forgot evwything Imt her In- 
dignatioii. " It is not that you feel bound to be neutral ; else 
why did yon speak for Lorenzo Tomabnonif Ton spoke for 
him because he is more friendly to San Marco ; my godfather 
feigns no friendship. It is not, then, as a Uedioean that my 
godfather is to die; it is as a man you have no love fori " 

When Bomola paused, with cheeks glowing, and with qniv. 
ering lips, there was dead silence. As she saw Fra Oirolamo 
standing motionless before her she seemed to herself to be 
hearing her own words over again ; words that in this echo of 
consciousness were in strange, painful dissonance with the 
memories that made part of his presence to her. The mo- 
ments of silence were expanded by gathering compunction and 
self-doubt. She had committed sacrilege in her passion. And 
area the sense that she ouold retract nothing of her plea, that 
her mind could not submit itseU to Savonarola's negative, 
made it the more needful to her to satisfy those reverential 
memories. With a suddc. i movement toward him she said, — 

"Forgive me, father; it is pain to me to have spoken those 

words ^yet I cannot help speaking. I am little and feeble 

compared with yon ; you brought me light and strength. But 
I submitted because I felt the proffered strength— because I 
saw the light Now I cannot see it. Father, you yourself 
declare that there comes a moment when the soul must have 
no guide but the voice within it, to tell whether the conse- 
crated thing has sacred virtue. And therefore I must speak." 

Savonarola had that readily roused resentment toward op- 
position, hardly separable from a power-loving and powerful 
nat.ire, accustomed to seek great ends that oast a reflected 
grandeur on the means by which they are sought. His ser- 
mons have much of that red flame in them. And if he had 
been a meaner man his susceptibility might have shown itself 
in irritation at Bomola's accusatory freedom, which was in 
strong contrast with the deference he habitnally received from 
his disciples. But at this moment such feelings were nullified 
by that hard struggle which made haU the tragedy of his life 

tie struggle of a mind possessed by a never-silent hunger 

after purity and simplicity, yet caught in a tangle of egoistic 
demands, false ideas, and difficult outward conditians, that 


ing, «heh,a done befo^ tt, ^S^.^'oTS'^j; 'r*^- 
lyentohim, xnd their probable !S filTt ? '"'* 

aon on which »gment. oo~d ITd^i'.i '^" ' «""•■ 

Then you desire that they should die? Von a. ■ .v 
the Appeal should be denied therr-'^L KoLlT^ ?"'* 
«ew repelled by a vindication whTch seTmti to he^ Jl,"°* 
the nature of a subterfuge. *" '^^^ 

«n S^^-ii,'"'* ^.'°°'»' •"» indignation rising a»in «v™ 





i- „,, 

"Than wby do yon mj again, that 70a do not daiin nj 
godfather'! death? " said Bomola, in mingled anger and da- 
■pair. " Bather, jron hold it the more needful he ihonld die 
beoante be it the batter man. I oasnot unravel your thoughti, 
father; I oannot hear the real voioe of your judgment and 

There was a moment's pause. Then Savonarola said, with 
keener emotion than he had yet shown, 

"Be thankful, my daughter, if your own soul has been 
spared perplexity ; and judge not those to whom a harder lot 
has been given. You see one ground of action in this matter. 
I see many. I have tc{ choose that which will further the 
work intrusted to me. The end I seek is one to which minor 
respects must be sacrificed. Thn death of five men — were 
they less guilty than these— is a light matter weighed against 
the withstanding of the vicious tyrannies which stifle the life 
of Italy, and foster the corruption of the Church ; a light mat- 
ter weighed against the furthering of Ood's kingdom upon 
earth, the end for wMch I live and am willing myself to die." 

Under any other circumstances, Bomola would have been 
sensitive to the appeal at the beginning of Savonarola's speech; 
but at this moment she was so utterly in antagonism with him 
that what he called, perplexity seemed to her sophistry and 
doubleness; and aa he went on, his words only fed that flame 
of indignation which now again, more fully than ever before, 
lit up the memory of all his mistakes, and made her trust in 
him seem to have been a purblind delusion. She spoke almost 
with bitterness. 

" Do you, then, know so well what will further the coming 
of Ood's kingdom, father, that you will dare to despise the 
plea of mercy— of justice — of faithfulness to your own teach- 
ing? Has the French king, then, brought renovation to Italy? 
Take care, father, lest your enemies have some reason when 
they say, that in your visions of what will further God's king- 
dom you see only what will strengthen your own party." 

"And that is truel" said Savonarola, with flashing eyes. 
Bomola's voice had seemed to him in that moment the voice 
of his enemies. " The cause of my party it the cause of Ood'i 

■rai BOATrOLD. -«, 

•^ Xi2?o7.i'" "f^ «<>-^ W who,. ,„„, 
■oiii.ailagwider--.lL i.*^^*"""*- Ood'i kinBdo U 
th« iTf,. " '^'^ '•* "•• •*"<> "Of id. it with^ UinJ, 

The two fuel were lit nn i>.«k -j^v 
•««* with M oppoeit. oertitad^ 1^-.. *" "P^*" «-">*^ 


»■» »0A»»OI,D. 

hour of midnight did not^.L ;k ^'^ ^^^^ "ithin the 

1>«iow.oathe%.vemer Sawt'".*' 'l°*^ "«^*- "^ 
WM to be seen, but only the Wh ^'^ »-»"<«dth of pavement 

the pattering footatep. wd buW ™f "' "'"T '° *^^»> 
»^« or rapid Mam~rin« of S^l ^"l ?"• ^»t«-ttniin. 
Morenoe .tood out iTobtaiL diSL °'*^'.''""^''«'« <* 
b«*g«,undof aroarfrlmiiried^^o^'^'^,'^'™ "■« *« 
tnunplingg and pushinRs. and «p„^ .7 ^ ""^ impreoatioDi 
««»8 which nothing?^ dTstin ° , r^ l'"^^* °* '''"'P-4 
« the heavy droppi^gTuI;?' Xf""" ''^"^^^H "-Wek. 


tf^ie.. theS^1„':iromet""^''''*'"''''^«^'St 
citizens who L/been t hnf^\^*'^ '^'* '^^ °«'"'>«leot 

•laylight and torchlJhWheSll th ? *^?"»'' ^°°« ^«^ <" 
or whether the sentence S^^J^^WeaUhonld ^ 

prisoners forthwith, to foi^stal?tL^ ^ "'*"'*^ °" «"« 



I 'I 

I ?! 

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cided : tha Signoria had remained dirided, f onr of them atasd- 
Ing out reeolutely for the Appeal in ipita of tha itrong arga- 
ment tliat if thej did not gire way their honiea ahonld bt 
lacked, until Franceaoo Valori, in brief and fnrioua •paeoh, 
made the determination of hie party more ominonaly diatinet 
by declaring that if the Bignoria would not defend the liber- 
tiei of the Florentine people by executing thoi* fire perfldioni 
oitizena, there would not be wanting others who would take 
that cauM in hand to the peril of all who oppoied it. The 
Florentine Cato triumphed. When the rotes were oonnted 
again, the four obstinate white beans no longer appeared; the 
whole nine were of thrf fatal afBrmative black, deciding the 
death of the fire prisonerp without delay — deciding also, only 
tacitly and with much more delay, the death of Franeaaeo 

And now, while the judicial Eight were gone to the Bar- 
gello to prepare for the execution, the five ooi lemned men were 
being led Inrefoot and in irons through the midst of the ooun- 
oiL It was their friendi who had oontriTed this: would not 
Florentines be moved by the yisible association of such cruel 
ignominy with two venerable men like Bernardo del Nero and 
Niccol6 Bidolfi, who had taken their bias long before the new 
order of things had come to make liediceanism r etrograde— 
with two brilliant popular young men like Tomabaoni and 
Pucci, whooe absence would be felt as a hannong vacancy 
wherever there was a meeting of chief Florentines? It was 
useless : such pity as nould t« awakened now was of that hope- 
less sort which leads not to rsaoue, but to the tardier action of 

While this scene was passing upstairs Bomola stood below 
against one of the massive pillars in the court of the palace, 
expecting the moment when her godfather would r.^ipear, on 
his way to execution. By the use of strong interest she had 
gained permission to visit him in the evening of this day, and 
remain with him until the result of the council should be 
determined. And now she was waiting with his confessor to 
follow the guard that would lead him to the Bargello Her 
heart was bent on clinging to the presence of the childless 
old man to the last moment, as her father would have done; 



S^^M.W'.u' .^r'"*""'*. "»«> WM going in bitUrwM 
»h.t ihe .hould be guarded, .nd now .tood by h., ,id. 
SlncL^h^;."" "> the paUci but BomoU h«l not «.n him. 
Otter, u>d Tito only knew by inference from the report of the 
^, n "^A^- ?'^' P'*"^* ^ **"«»■ hVw„ now 

b»otod oounoil, mamtwning, except when he w«, directly ad- 
dn»aed, tieeubdued air «>d grave .ilence of . ^.n whom 

public wid private feeling. When an aUuaion wa. made to hS 
vt^ln^ "' -r" *° '^.r ''""*^ ''• ^P"«^ '»«*. owing to tt^ 

faf).!^. offloe under a government concerned in her god- 
father .condemnation rouwd in her a Cine^ hootS% 

"Ah, tte old Bardi bloodl" wid Cennini, with a riirug. 
from the Frate, as well aa some others I could name." 

.in \'*"!r*".*. '° * ''°°*° *^° » doubUess beautiful. 
~ace riie 1. the wife of Me«ier Tito," said a young FrenoW 
voy, «numg and bowing to Tito, " to think that her affection. 

SilSIT^" •''*' "^ "' ^"^ »'*'«' "«> ^ nobody is to bj 
beheaded who >s anybody's cousin; but .uoh a view is not to 
be encouraged in the male population. It seems to me your 
JTlorentine polity u much weakened by it " 

"That is true," said Nicool6 MacchiavoUi; " but where per- 
sonalties are strong, the hostilities they raise must be taken 
wHli^N?- ,M?°y°'«">'«>balf.way severities are me™ 
hot-headed Sundering. The only safe blows to be inflicted 

aveSS ^ '*^" ■" ""* ^^'"' """ "* *~ ''^"^ *° be 
"Niocol6," said Cennini, "there U a clever wickedness in 
thy talk sometimes that makes me mUtmst thy pleasant 
young face as if it were a mask of Satan." 

,* '\.l 



"Not at all, my good Domenioo," said MaaoUaTelli, imil- 
ing, and laying his hand on the elder's shoulder. "Satan 
was a blunderer, an introducer of novUh, who made a stupen- 
dous failure. If he bad succeeded, we should all have been 
worshipping him, and his portrait would have been more flat- 

" Well, well," said Cennini, "I say not thy doctrine is not 
too clever for Satan: I only say it is wicked enough for him." 

"I tell you," said Maochiavelli, "my doctrine is the doc- 
trine of all men who seek an end a little farther o£E than their 
own noses. Ask our Frate, our prophet, how his universal 
renovation is to be brought about: he will toll you, first, by 
getting a free and pure government; and since it appears that 
this cannot be done by making all Florentines love each other, 
it must be done by cutting off every head that happens to be 
obstinately in the way. Only if a man incurs odium by sanc- 
tioning a severity that is not thorough enough to be final, he 
commits a blunder. And something like that blunder, I sus- 
peci, the Frate has committed. It was an occasion on which 
he might have won some lustre by exerting himself to main- 
tain tiie Appeal; instead of that, he has lost lustre, and has 
gained no strength." 

Before any one else could speak, there came the expected 
announcement that the prisoners were about to leave the coun- 
cil chamber; and the majority of those who were present hur- 
ried toward the door, intent on securing the freest passage to 
the Bargello in the rear of the prisoners' guard; for the scene 
of the execution was one that drew alike those who were 
moved by the deepest passions and those who were moved by 
the coldest curiosity. 

Tito was one of those who remained behind. He had a na- 
tive repugnance to sights of death and pain, and five days ago 
whenever he had thought of this execution as a possibility he 
had hoped that it would not take place, and that the utmost 
sentence would be exile: hia own safety demanded no more. 
But now he felt that it would be a welcome guarantee of his 
security when he had learned that Bernardo del ITero's head 
was off the shoulders. The new knowledge and new j.Ctitude 
toward him disclosed by Eomola on the day of his retura had 


given liun a new dread of tho «„»,. v 
l^^po8ition ii.Be<«r^Ka^\P°7.f« PT"'"''""^' 
JMking him an obieot of „^ ^ • *." ""^^ ""ooeeded in 

not onJyfn^Ction ttirSr "f °'''™' ^« "^^ 
stances. Her belief in bI^ v"""^*' vmpleasant oironn,- 

wavering feelL^s agalt ftS"' ""f '"'^'^ ^"'''•^^^ 1"» 
father lived shf Sti^ r^?"""?' and if her god- 
mnch trouble. Eo^ola <lld^ *° !^"' ^" ^^^^ 'without 
able fact in hie des^v p T-^ T" **"' *^«' "> unmanage- 

sition to her husbanded o'i^m I^""' '''""" ^ "PP"" 
shrintog pride. Therrfore &^J ^^^"•^'"[mountable to her 
that the Eight had gone to th« r n" •"""' ''^<'° ^« ^"^ 
erection of the s^ofd F^^,^""^ *» order the instant 
confederates-werTtolie. S^V""'°7^^ ^*^'''«* "^d 
a'8 own safety i^a^od tw .""'*° '^*'" ^«~- »»» 
demands. Tito f^^em to t JT'^*' "'^!* ^'^ «^ 
what was agreeable, this p^a^oS^ i^Jf! J^/" Pf "*»' 
desire for what was disagreeaWe BnfV T? v^"" ^ *^'' 
perience of thU sort, and m he hi ^1 "^ ^ °^''^ o^" 

way the shuffle of ma^ f^^ttd " ^T*'' ""« °P«° ^"^^ 

ti-^0^ sad rLS:: trrn^ -17 °*^'' ^^^« '^^ 

be^^Tairdi^^l^rer;^- ^ r ^r °^ ^-^« ^^^ 

She needed no arm to sup^rt W T'^^'^ °* ^«^ "^t^^^- 
felt that intensity of iSThtr' ^ ''''*'^ "^ *«"«• She 
and joy_in which leZn^^^Z'^u'^'^''^ "^"^ ^"^ 
that wrought out existed ES.eS"/?''^*'^""'- 
pain. Since her godfather'« feflt 7 u ^^ °^ pleasure and 
vious struggle of Sg £ ht w • ""'^'^ ^' ^^■ 

cation of herself with hLTn ^e^^ *'^'° ""^ *° *" ''^''•^'ifi- 
inwardly asserting for h^ that ff^'T ""'™°''-- ^''^^a' 
of treason, he did noi de^rtt tl ""t'*'^ *''' punishment 
victim to'a collision SrenLT7'^f"' '^'"'^^^ 
was not given him t^ die fTr ftetohW ' "* faithfulness. It 
because of his noblls^ hIS ,'''?'' ""^y"' ''^ ^'''^ 
and found it ««ier not to ^^^5^! "Zmorr f^ 



!,.^iL , 

ing the full foioe of that sympathy with the indiyidnal lot 
that ia continually opposing itself to the foimnls b' whieh 
actions and parties aie judged. She was treading a way 
with her second father to the scafFold, and nerving herself to 
defy ignominy by the consciousness that it was not deserved. 

The way was fenced in by three hundred armed men, who 
had been placed as a guard by the orderr. of Francesco Valori, 
for among the apparent contradictions that belonged to this 
event, not the least striking was the alleged alarm on the one 
hand at the popular rage against the conspirators, and the 
alleged alarm on the other lest there should be an attempt to 
rescue them in the mid^ of a hostile crowd. When they had 
arrived within the court of the Bargello, Bomola was allowed 
to approach Bernardo with his confessor for a moment of fare- 
well. Many eyes were bent on them even in that struggle of 
an agitated throng, as the aged man, forgetting that his hands 
were bound with irons, lifted them toward the golden head 
that was bent toward him, and then, checking that movement, 
leaned to kiss her. She seized the fettered hands that were 
hung down again, and kissed them as if they had been sacred 

" My poor Bomola," said Bernardo, in a low voice, " I have 
only to die, but thou hast to live — and I shall not be there to 
help thee." 

"Yes," said Bomola hurriedly, "you ieill help me — always 
— because I shall remember you." 

She was taken away and conducted up the flight of steps 
that led to the loggia surrounding the grand old court. She 
took her place there, determined to look till the moment when 
her godfather laid his head on the block. Kow while the 
prisoners were allowed a brief interval with their confessor, 
the spectators were pressing into court until the crowd became 
dense around the black scafEold, and the torches fixed in iron 
rings against the pillars threw a varying startling light at one 
moment on passionless stone carvings, at another on some pale 
face agitated with suppressed rage or suppressed grief — the 
face of one among the many near relatives of the condemned, 
who were presently to receive their dead and carry them home. 

Bomola's face looked like a marble image against the dark 


to take her a^^tS^'atr^hl'S "'\'"*^ ^"""^ 
have Been the last look of fh- v **"" ''^^'^ s''' '""M 

had shared her" tSgKfoXt"th''°°'r J^ *'" ''°'« 
background of he 'hono^J\f ***"• ■^'^ "till, in the 

to be a hope, that s^Ze^eu^^ T ^ '"""""''y' '^^-^K 
would keer^t s\Sdr,rX'br^' """''''''« "■'' 

court, rushing wares of so^H ^^ u^""^ ''°''*'' ''>'»'i° the 


tre^SSt^r^Thl^ir *'•' ^^'^**'- "^^ *» 
fold, and Beriardo del Ne™^ *' """ "^^ °° «"« 8<«f- 
firm step. Sa inS „„ T "^"^^ " "^^ » "J"' 
even asuppr^eT^uTd the. J^"' '"°^«»'«»t. "ttered not 
firmness-^^^saw £_atl^ Tk*^?™'-^' ""^8 '" *" 

taken ;™i"Lr"°^ '^^ °' "*« "-* -^ foliow-citizen. have 

4": X^^f :ft K SsTes^/e "°.'^^ "«f ^"^ " ^« 
.he was stretching out Sr Ts towarT^ ""^f' "".' ""* 
no more till— a Ions while afkl, ^ ^^*" *he saw 

«Myda.-.r, ^fsS^^n^;^' '^^^r'"."'-' ""■''«"«^''' 
house." ^^ ^ "^ conduct you to your 

si^ryTef ii:^^ -^»r her godfather-s confessor 

"I am ready, " she said, startinit uo " T.«f „. i 
She thought all olinrinK w^ af" ^* "" l*""-" time." 
strength now should be riv^ to e^nrf °' ^^'- "^^ *"» 
which she shuddered, ^ *""* * S^P «ndei 









otamva awi.t. 

Oir the eighth day from that memoraUe night Bomola waa 
■tanding on the brink of the Mediterranean, watcliing the 
gentle summer pulse of the eea just above what was then the 
little fishing village of Viareggio. 

Again she had fled from Florence, and this time no aneet- 
ing voice had called hei) back. Again she wore the gray re- 
ligious dress; and this time, in her heart-sickness, she did 
not care that it was a disguise. A new rebellion had risen 
within her, a new despair. Why should she care about wear- 
ing one badge more than another, or about being called by 
her own name? She despaired of finding any consistent duty 
belonging to that name. What force was there to create for 
her that supremely hallowed motive which men call duty, but 
which can have no inward constraining existence bave tlurough 
some form of believing love? 

The bonds of all strong affection were snapped. In her 
marriage, the highest bond of all, she had ceased to see the 
mystic union which is its own guarantee of indissolubleness, 
had ceased even to see the obligation of a voluntary pledge : 
had she not proved that the things to which she had pledged 
herself were impossible? The impulse to set herself free had 
risen again with overmastering force; yet the freedom could 
only be an exchange of calamity. There is no compensation 
for the woman who feels that the chief relation of her life has 
been no more than a mistake. She has lost her crown. The 
deepest secret of human blessedness has half whispered itself 
to her, and then forever passed her by. 

And now Bomola' s best support under that supreme wom- 
an's sorrow had slipped away from her. The 'ision of any 
great purpose, any end of existence which f'vjld ennoble 
endurance and exalt the common deei?.s of a dusty life with 
divine ardors, was utterly eclipsed for her now by the sense 
of a confusion iu human things vM.^ made all effort a mere 



he was strueitlinff for? r„™„i„ v j , , *' ^^ •'""™ 

godl..:::erlu^ '„'.n Win. ^ * ^« ^een feeling for her 

measures tiat wo^d sten^hlT" *° """^ P""'**"'^^ «"« 

It was inevitable that she should iudee thITr»!f * • , 


plicit formula of all energetrbeM l/d iJ '^ T ^^ •'"" 
this way poor Eomola was being blinded 








No one who has ever known what it ia thua to loae faith in 
a fellow-man whom he has profoundly loved and reverenoed 
wiU lightly lay that the shook can leave the faith in the In- 
visible Goodness unshakun. With the sinking of high human 
trust, the dignity of life sinks too; we cease to believe in our 
own better self, since that also is part of the common nature 
which is degraded in our thought; and aU the finer impuhies 
of the soul are dulled. Eomola felt even the springs of her 
once active pity drying up, and leaving her to barren egoistic 
complainmg. Had not the had her sorrows too? And few 
had cared for her, while she had oared for many. She had 
done enough; she had striven after the impossible, and was 
weary of this stifling crowded life. She longed for that re- 
pose in mere sensation which she had sometimes dreamed of in 
the sultry afternoons of her early girlhood, when she had fan- 
cied herself floating naiad-like in the waters. 

The clear waves seemed to invite her: she wished she could 
he down to sleep on them and pass from sleep into death. 
But Bomola could not direcUy seek death; the fulness of 
young life in her forbade that. She could only wish that death 
would come. 

At the spot where she had paused there was a deep bend in 
the shore, and a small boat with a saU was moored there. In 
her longing to glide over the waters that were getting golden 
with the level sun-rays, she thought of a story which had been 
one of the things she had loved to dwell on in Boccaccio, when 
her father fell asleep and she gUded from her stool to sit on 
the floor and read the "Deoamerone." It was the story of 
that fair Qostanza who in her lovelomness desired to live no 
longer, but not having the courage to attack her young life 
had put herself into a boat and pushed oS to sea; then, lying 
down in the boat, had wrapped her mantle ind her head, 
hoping to be wrecked, so that her fear would be helpless to 
flee from death. The memory had remained a mere thought 
inRomola's mind, without budding into any distinct wish- 
but now, as she paused again in her walking to and fro, she 
saw gliding black against the red gold another boat with one 
^ in it, making toward the bend where the first and smaUer 
boat was moored. Walking on again, she at length saw the 

DMFTmo AWAT. bu 

gone with hT-her opw^tt ff K ?PP<f»"ity would be 
She had not yet .ISI^eLi! & ""* "^•*"" *»•'• 
but she felt . sudden eLern«Tf * ?**"* *° "»« **. 

Ming it, which drXTfteL^ "'*"'' ."" pOBBibUityof 
thought into a deeil^ *" half-unoon«,ious growth of a 

whi'^Suti Se sr,it '.^-^ *° "•- ^■^•'"-. 

-dhadn..deaiCeSVtS^^toi?8Sl*t" T^ ^«"-' 
mysteriously in the evening soU^de "^ '"^^"'"^ *^'» 

It WM his boat; an old one, hardiv seawort),, „ * .v 
wpairag to any man who woid buv it rJ^^' Z* ^°'^ 
San Antonio, whose cha™i -T- ^ ■„ ^ ^^^ Messing of 

b« had P-peM anWhTn^w^t'blTl^^'n'if f ■ 
once been Gianni's who died T^f ?!^^^'' "^""^ ^^ 
Old one. Eomola asked him\ \''?'^ ""'y** •»''' 'J'* 

then, whilehe ww"sf ^,.7 "'•"^.'* "" ''<»«'. "^d 
lying on the grou^dSoSi^J'tr' ^*° " ""'" '"'*°J"^ 
After that, shewatoh^d Wm^ r * V ""°°"°* °* '^ "ii^"- 
how he sh^rsTt Sfhe wa^"t^T '"" "" ""* "^^^ "- 
P-oJgup and down a^l^S^^^Ke^""'*^*"" 
dJ^erg'tZrwL' ^Sf-^^^ ''Ty '" ^^t on the 
as the thoJ^t^I-^^^^f tal^i^' "r."*" " '°°«^«' 
thirst. To be bJdfT^7^. f'"*f"«»« becomes a painful 
n.otire w^ LS to^I^^^'^'^,? "^ "''"io* ''ben all 
which would Xerb^inni.?"' "^""P^* *° '^^'^"y 

might rouse a new Le to he^>' °'^ °*""^'*^"*' *'"'* 
oned her the morl bwa^^e thet^^ '''" ■" "'°"«^' *^* »««''- 
to rest in the still soUtade fl,^ T"""* "' """^o »"» l""* 
and heat of LeviC ' ^ ^^ *^"' '" ^'' °°"» 

and w"* wit J fwar'^r tr ^'t? "P "^^ ^^ --'>'- 



breeze from the land wu riling a little. She got into the botti 
unfurled the tail, and fastened it as she had learned in that 
firat brief lesson. She saw that it caught the light breeze, 
and this was all she oared for. Then she loosed the boat from 
its moorings, and tried to urge it with an oar, till she was far 
out from the land, till the nea was dark even to the west, and 
the stars were disclosing themselTes like a palpitating life over 
the wide heavens. Besting at last, she threw back her cowl, 
and, taking off the kerchief underneath, which confined her 
hair, she doubled them both under her head for a piUow on 
one of the boat's ribs. The fair head was still very young and 
could bear a hard pillow. 

And so she lay, with" the soft night air breathing on her 
while she glided on the water and watched the deepening 
quiet of the sky. She was alone now : she had freed herself 
from all claims, she had freed herself even from that burden 
of choice which presses with heavier and heavier weight when 
claims have loosed their guiding hold. 

Had she found anything like the dream of her girlhood? 
No. Memories hung upon her like the weight of broken 
wings that could never be lifted— memories of human sym- 
pathy which even in its pains leaves a thirst that the Great 
Mother has no milk to still. Eomola felt orphaned in those 
wide spaces of sea and sky. She read no message of love for 
her in that far-off symbolic writing of the heavens, and with 
a great sob she wished that she might be gliding into death. 

She drew the cowl over her head again and covered her 
face, choosing darkness rather than the light of the stars, 
which seemed to her like the hard li,(?ht of eyes that looked at 
her without seeing her. Presently she felt that she was in the 
grave, but not resting there: she was touching the hands of 
the beloved dead beside her, and trying to wake them. 





i'sL«-rs?.S-r • " ~«" =•' "K 

•toewhere. "* ""* ^^^ "*"*" °* POP-^" i«teie.t lay 

the pressure of n^w^m?™ ^ ^\ "'""^ proceeded from 

•«mnd a semicircular b^ler i^' ft-lr*^'" T*"* "^8*' 
within this barriep w-.^^ ^ "** °^ *** •^'"ol'. and 
BrethreHf sTSLr ^^^ """"""^^ *^« ^"^<*« 

doo^"*w2''sS?S:'"^'"' ^°''*'' '^'^ -•' *« "hurch 

forbidden to WoTSore«olr*^f- "''^"^ ^""^ '««° 
said. « A wioklfl^ .,n)S^ • ®^°°"n™«ation. This man had 

tmil ctjTSti^b^^t noTSt^Vie^ r ^' ""' ^ 
broken swords: he wasDs a h^Tlit^ TV, ^" """«* "'^ 
^»ds are conl^ to^ZcSL'S* ft ^tfuf ^0^ 

over Florence if i7did nnf^ "1^8 *«"'"« <^«a<« 

-atic and se^dli^ t'^1 TCZ^l^l''''^^, -^^■ 

oaint jr-eter? It was a momentous question, which for 






the DIMS of eitiMDS oonld nam b« dMidad by the Fitte'i aM- 
mate test, namely, what wai and what waa not aooordant 
with the higheit ipiritual law. No: in noh a oaie aa thia, 
if Ood had ohoaen the Frata as his prophet to rebuke the High 
Priest who carried the mystio raiment unworthily, he would 
attest his ohoioe by some unmistakable sign. As long as the 
belief in the Prophet carried no threat of outward calamity, 
but rather the confident hope of exceptional safety, no sign 
was needed: his preaching was a music to which ib» people 
felt themselves marching along the way they wished to gOj 
but now that belief meant an immediate blow to their com- 
merce, the shaking of their position among the Italian States, 
and an interdict on their city, there inevitably came the ques- 
tion, "What miracle i&owest thou?" Slowly at first, then 
faster and faster, that fatal demand had beein swelling in 
Savonarola's ear, provoking a response, outwardly in the dec- 
laration that at the fitting time the miracle would come; in- 
wardly in the iaith — not unwavering, for what faith is so? — 
that if the need for miracle became urgent, the work he had 
before him was too great for the Divine power to leave it halt- 
ing. His faith wavered, but not his speech : it is the lot of 
every man who has to speak for the satisfaction of the crowd 
that he must often speak in virtue of yesterday's faith, hop- 
ing it will come back to-morrow. 

It was in preparation for a scene which was really a re- 
sponse to the popular impatience for some supernatural guar- 
antee of the Prophet's mission that the wooden pulpit had 
been erected above the church door. But while the ordinary 
IVati in black mantles wera entering and arranging them- 
selves, the faces of the multitude were Lot yet eagerly directed 
toward the pulpit: it was felt that Savonarola would not ap- 
pear just yet, and there was some interest in singling out the 
various monks, some of them belonging to high Florentine 
families, many of them having fathers, brothers, or cousins 
among the artisans and shopkeepers who made the majority of 
the crowd. It was not till the tale of monks was complete, 
not till they had fluttered their books and had begun to ohant, 
that people said to each other, "Frs Qirolamo must be com- 
ing now." 

na UHiDionon. 

yet ohMged with eleotrio .w« forfW * . ^**''*" ""• 
tl»t thow who h«i S; tt.^1 <• ""'*> """it»de. ~ 
wms unnerved. ^ the wiU to atone him felt their 

« whef mr:ho uv/S:^ ;.rr"r '^-'^'' t^S 

•"eaven* aee tha «,r,^J^ watohmg for aomethiug in the 
The ^tehS r^Tm^T** ^'tT'"' '^°'"^« ''»*" 

his hands, whinh j- ii. • •"™<'»' Jhen he stretched out 
"«»ibility too «„T^ nX.n ^P'-^ ^*° ''^<"« 0' 


inl^tt'^rrkstron'L"''";'^^ -"^ "' *^« --^ 

devout disciprf^t'o"; t th^:::;r' "^'v^^ *'*« » 

some resisting the impulse to ttl^, "'"^^"'^ "*°°^ ^"^ 
catedman (miaht „rt ail^.^"*' '^*°~ <*" «xoommuai- 



But then euna tha voice, dear wd low at flnt, uttering the 
word* of abeolution— " Jf a»r«oft«r »«rtr»"— and more fell oo 
their knees: and M it rose higher and yet dearer, the erect 
heads became fewer and fewer, till, at the words " Bmtdieat 
vol omnipottni Dmu," it rose to a masculine cry, as if protest- 
ing its power to bless under the clutch of a demon that wanted 
to stifle it: it rang like a trumpet to the extremitiee of the 
Piazza, and under it every head wu bowed. 

After the utterance of that blessing, Saronarola himself 
fell on his knees and bid his face in temporary exhaustion. 
Those great jets of emotion were a necessary part of his life,- 
he himself had said to the people long ago, " Without preach- 
ing I cannot live. " But it was a life that shattered him. 

In a few minutes mere) soma had risen to their feet, bnt a 
larger number remained kneeling, and all faces were intently 
watching him. He had taken into his hands a crystal vessel, 
containing tha consecrated Host, and was about to address the 

" You remember, my children, three days ago I besought 
you, when I should hold this Sacrament in my hand in the 
face of you all, to pray fervently to the Most High that if this 
work of mine does not come from Him, He will send a fire and 
consume me, that I may vanish into the eternal darkness away 
from His light which I have hidden with my falsity. Again 
I beseech you to make that prayer, and to make it now." 

It was a breathless moment: perhaps no man really prayed, 
if some in a spirit of devout obedience made the effort to pray. 
Every consciousness was chiefly possessed by the sense that 
Savonarola was praying, in a voice not loud, but distinctly 
audible in the wide stillness. 

" Lord, if I have not wrought in sincerity of sonl, if my 
word Cometh not from Thee, strike me in this moment with 
Thy thunder, and let the fires of Thy wrath enclose me." 

He ceased to speak, and stood motionless, with the conse- 
crated Mystery in his hand, with eyes uplifted and a quiver- 
ing excitement in his whole aspect. Every one else was mo- 
tionless and silent too, whi:« the sunlight, which for the last 
quarter of an hour had here a^d there been piercing the gray- 
ness, made fitful streaks across the convent wall, causing some 

My%. awi" 

THl B«NlDIcnoH. 531 

triumph, aod in it. raptw^ „'!«?;' "?""" °' ">"~ubW 
««»nder wene yet to IZ^,° "' ^' '"" ""'ied to • 

••"led M the mesaenftc, of T.T ^^'"'' •■* ''"""W «g«in b« 
Wm«,lf fu„ charged wtS w^:PJr«l«'''<»«»'>e». ^ fed 
ment that expandti ifiw S'Zt n~ °'^- " '" ''"' » ■»<>- 
vra. still ringing in hiHarB h« ta P"*^"""- WhUe the shout 
f*elin» the stridn too J^' ?' ^""f '"'^ "'""" «"> oiuroh, 

But when tie^ ^anil > "^ ^ "^^ *' '""R^'- 
••wnednolongertoWetvt?'"^'^'^' ""^ ""» """l' fht 
but w„ .pr^XgYt^riSiSlvT'",?' i" '">«-iu«tii 
unclean, there '^.n, alZ'^^thl^ '","'^«» «>«« "ud 
crowd, a oonfu^Xf voTofs' n wM J'"'!^'- ""''«""'"* °* *»». 

PW.OU. silence and uniTerSfaeritn^ ^ "Jl!*'"" that, in the 
Of T submitted unwilJindv^r!! *' '°'*''"y ""^ »<»ni had 
" It seems to meX Su !?•.' °"»"«»taiy spell. 

«id Tito, who ha^ L:n'wato;^ "thf"» ""^ *° """o'--" 
M upper loggia in one Tf f hi ! '"*"' attentively from 
"NeyertheleTitwasT^tl- '""'""' "PP"*'*" t^e ohmT 
fta Girolamo is aTan to'^Jk/onT!?'' '''' ^*'«'" ^'^o? 
a time when the monk's fT^t" ;°' ':f t««'*»fd that there was 

men's minds rather than oveTthe W Z^"'^' "* P'"'" o^er 
"Assuredly," said nZcfl^P °f ;°«en', cupboards. » 
proof that Fra Girolamo has Ch i ^ "°*" ^ '«^« «««»> 
ments than the commTruno^ln'/'^"' '° •^''' J^dg- 
erably more, I shall n<^ wlveTa;'^''**"*' t '!*"'"« '^'^'^■ 

>" thi. way if hi. .cnl were W t'ttir''^. ''T ^'•'« 
"• *'"! a conscious lie." 


»« p., 





A MONTH after that Carnival, one morning near the end of 
March, Tito descended the marble steps of the Old Palace, 
bound on a pregnant errand to San Marco. For some reason, 
he did not choose to take the direct road, which was but a 
slightly bent line from the Old Palace; he chose rather to 
mi^e a circuit by the Piazza di Santa Croce, where the people 
would be pouring out of the church after the early sermon. 

It was in the grand church of Santa Croce that the daily 
Lenten sermon had of late had the largest audience. For 
Savonarola's voice had ceased to be heard even in his own 
church of San Marco, a hostile Signoria having imposed silence 
on him in obedience to a new letter from the Pope, threaten- 
ing the city with an immediate interdict if this " wretched 
worm " and " monstrous idol " were not forbidden to preach, 
and sent to demand pardon at Borne. And next to hearing 
Fra Girolamo himself, the most exciting Lenten occupation 
was to hear him argued against and vilified. This excitement 
was to be had in Santa Croce, where the Franciscan appointed 
to preach the Quaresimal sermons had offered to clinch his 
arguments by walking through the fire with Fra Girolamo. 
Had not that sc^ismatical Dominican said, that his prophetic 
doctrine would be proved by a miracle at the fitting time? 
Here, then, was the fitting time. Let Savonarola walk 
through the fire, and if he came out unhurt, the Divine origin 
of his doctrine would be demonstrated; but if the fire con- 
sumed him, his falsity would be manifest; and that he might 
have no excuse for evading the test, the Franciscan declared 
himself willing to be a victim to this high logic, and to b( 
burned for the sake of securing the necessary minor premise. 

Savonarola, according to his habit, had taken no notice of 
these pulpit attacks. But it happened that the zealous 
preacher of Santa Croce was no other than the Fra Fran- 
oesoo di Puglia, who at Prato the year before had been en- 

whJe the heat waa simply oratorical. iloue»f Cdo^W 

Via del Cooomero, no sooner heard of this new challenge than 
he tooK up the gauntiet for his master, and declared hLseW 

^iZllt 'T'^'' *"* '™ "'*^ ^™ France"i::''iLrd" 
tue people were beginning t» take a stronK interest in ^Z 
seemed to them a short and easy method'o"tgle„t (for 
Siv. % ?. T" *° ^ -^nvinced), when SaTona^irkeilv 
t fl *^«''" *^** ^y '" «>« "•«'« discussion of tte ^e 

commanded Fra IMmenico to withdraw his acc^Jtence ofT^ 

SlT '^^ rf ^f™"" *^« '^''"- The FranciCdecLed 
altem, but to Fra Girolamo himself 8 ""any bud 

S>iSAT P°P"'".^*«"''* i° the Lenten sermons had 
PWdfsa^rr ,^'1 '°^"'"'«' ''^*'' Tito entered the 
i-ia^ di Santa Croce, he found, as he e:tpected, that the neo! 
pie were pouring from the church in large numbeT ^sS 
of dispersing, many of them concentrated trm1^;estow«d 

iTlfiTt^r,^'"'''"^^ °* ^^^ I^ancisca: mo^:^ 
■^' , ^ *^® ^*™« direction, threading the orowH 

nJlT ""^ """^ «^P««tetion that occupied the crowd The 
object they were caring about was already visible to ttemt 
the shape of a large placard, affixed by order of tte Siml^ 
^d covered with very legible official /andwrit^g Brc^*: 
w«^„v'"fl'"'"'7^"* ^^"^ ^y ^^^ f-"** «•"* the mTuscript 

^ aS^T"""'"''^ "'"'* *^« P""'"'i co^tainedrhe had 
an appetite for more exact knowledge, which gave him an irri 

te™r^r,'"'"T'«'"^'''' '<^°"^'^ « not being abirto in- 
terpret the learned tongue. For that aural acquaiftan^ wSi 
Latin phrases which the unlearned might pick ud f^^-Zf 

C'Me T'^'^' "''^™**'^ '■^ 1 prei'SheTp* 
ITJT ^"^ "^"^l"" '""**'° ^-""i" ■' '»•« «P«Uing even of 
the modem language being in an unorganized and scSi^J 




condition for the mass of people who could read and write,' 
while the majority of those assembled nearest to the placard 
were not in the dangerous predicament of possessing that little 

"It's the Frate's doctrines that he's to prove by being 
burned," said that large public character Ooro, who happened 
to be among the foremost gazers. " The Signoria has taken it 
in .hand, and the writing is to let us know. It's what the 
Padre has been telling us about in his sermon." 

"Nay, Goro," said a sleek shopkeeper, compassionately, 
"thou hast got thy legs into twisted hose there. The Frate 
has to prove his doctrines by not being burned: he is to walk 
through the fire, and come out on the other side sound and 
whole." ' 

"Yes, yes," said a young sculptor, who wore his white- 
streaked cap and tunic with a jaunty air. " But Fra Giro- 
lamo objects to walking through the fire Being sound and 
whole already, he sees no reason why he should walk through 
the fire to come out in just the same condition. He leaves 
such odds and ends of work to Fra Domenioo." 

"Then I say he flinches like a coward," said Goro, in a 
wheezy treble. " Suffocation I that was what he did at the 
Carnival. He had us all in the Piazza to see the lightning 
strike him, and nothing came of it." 

"Stop that bleating," said a tall shoemaker, who had 
stepped in to hear part of the sermon, with bunches of slip- 
pers hanging over his shoolders. " It seems to me, friend, 
that you are about as wise as a calf with water on its brain. 
The Frate will flinch from nothing: he'll say nothing before- 
hand, perhaps, but when the moment comes he'll walk through 
the fire without asking any gray-frock to keep him company. 
But I would give a shoe-string to know what this Latin 
all is." 

"There's so much of it," said the shopkeeper, "else I'm 
pretty good at guessing. Is there no scholar to be seen? " he 
added with a slight expression of disgust. 

' The old diarlsta throw in their contommlB with a regard rather to 
quantity than position, well typified by the RagwAo BragMello (Agnolo 
Oabrlello) ot Boooaocio'a Ferondo. 


hia_^r "^ ""' *"" ^°""« -"^P*"'. ^^^B and raiaing 

doubUe"s; mlw^for wl^f^'i*!." ^^« *° <*" "invent, 

finft though that a«k of ir^cttt. '' t^^P*"' '^° <J°^ 
tineeexcepttothehighestoaS '^,7«^y«^°'" byFloren- 
was really exacted by the SDlendnr >^ "^""P^w-al reverence 
ance, which made hi blackm!^! .f*"' °* ^•*°'« W*'"" 
like a regal robe and ht, .T ' .'t'** '*' 8°^^ fibula, loot 

entirely elcep:i"C"d::^^7^er^"''*'' "'' ^^ "^ 
and mouth, which was the^Mef ^tL^t^T'f'"'"''"^'^ 
came to Florence, seemed t^ a suneS, ," ^"^^ ''^'"' ''« 

which is an act of lib^r^tv w^^^ t'l' *" •'°**" ^^^ ^«>- 
ria-reserving of com^7Hf/ 1^^/^ "'^ magnificent Signo- 
doubtless n.^ybeCers:ii't "'*«'' ^^'^'tion. ^^ 

names. For what is it to Intr the I™ T '""^""^ '^"^ 
"firm? A man is afraid of th.fli*" **''* ^^"^ ^^ 
it wUI burn him • bnrtf^h« Lr ^\^^^oo ^e beUeves 
Tito lifted his should^ td mir *^' """^^^^''-We 
"for which reason I ha^ aller 1^ '^ "''*°"'"^ P''"'^- 
Prate, when he has said tt^t It w^u ""^ *° '^''••^"•'^^ ""> 
his doctrine. F^in M, ^ '■"/"•'Id enter the fire to prove 

not burn you, which of t^^'mv^^ "l'"''^ *^« ^"> ^"^^^ 

Lr:^i^ - - -- -^i-^-^SlTo/t: 

cWe'L^retf hSudtcen^^*^! R ^ ''^ " 


not every one who would ,,.»T '^""'8 Poetical, it was 


\ 1 



might have been too much for a gravity leu under oonunand 
than Tito's. 

"Then, Messer Segretario," said the yoang soolptor, "it 
seems to me Fra Francesco is the greater hero, for he offers 
to enter the fire for the truth, though he is sore the fire will 
bum him." 

"I do not deny it," said Tito blandly. "But if it turns 
out that Fra Francesco is mistaken, he will have been burned 
for the wrong side, and the Church, has never reckoned such 
victims to be martyrs. We must suspend our judgment until 
the trial has really taken place." 

"It is trau, Messer Segretario," said the shopkeeper, with 
subdued impatience. " But wiU you favor us by interpreting 
the Latin?" ' 

" Assuredly," said Tito. " It does but express the conclu- 
sions or doctrines which the Frate specially teaches, and which 
the trial by fire is to prove true or false. They are doubtless 
familiar to you. First, that Florence " 

" Let us have the Latin bit by bit, and then tell us what it 
means," said the shoemaker, who had been a frequent hearer 
of Fra Girolamo. 

"Willingly," said Tito, smiling. "You will then judge if 
I give you the right meaning." 

"Yes, yes; that's fair," said Goro. 

" Mccletia Dei indiget renavatione ; that is, the Church of 
God needs purifying or regenerating." 

"It is true," said several voices at onoe. 

"That means, the priests ought to lead better lives; there 
needs no miracle to prove that. That's what the Frate has 
always been saying," said the shoemaker. 

" FlagellabituT," Tito went on. "That is, it will be 
scourged. BenovaMtur : it will be purified. Florentia guoque 
pottflagellamrenovaMturetproaperabitur: Florence also, after 
the scourging, shall be purified and shall prosper." 

"That means we are to get Pisa again, " said the shopkeeper. 

" And get the wool from England as we used to do, I should 
hope," said an elderly man, in an old-fashioned berretta, who 
had been silent till now. " There's been scourging enough 
with the sinking of the trade." 

WTENmo SOHaMES. 527 

an indifferent ^ce^i^Tit 1T7"^^ "v*^ "'^"'8'^ 
carelessly over iTlefl-.hnn^L"'.*"'""* ''" becohetto 

«S^' *^'". ""^ ''°'^'* ^'''y •» «>"«? " said Goro 
Exeommunicatio nuper lata nmf^ »^ j ^ 

alternately snqffed at a basket of paps and licked Ms 




. , ( 

hands wiih that affectionate disregard of her xoaater's merala 
sometines held lo be one of the most agreeable attributes of 
her sex. He just looked up as Tito entered, but continued 
his play, simply from that disposition to persistence '"n some 
irrelevant action by which slow-witted sensual people seem 
to be continually counteracting their own purposes. Tito was 

"A handsome braeea that," he said, quietly, standing with 
his thumbs in his belt. Presently he added, in that cool 
liquid tone which seemed mild, but compelled attention, 
" When you have finished such caresses as cannot possibly be 
deferred, my Urlfo, we wUl talk of business, if you please. 
M; „ime, which I could wish to be eternity at your service, 
IS not entirely my owif this morning." 

"Down, Mischief, down!" said Spini, with sudden rough- 
ness. " Malediction I " he added, still more grufSy, pushing 
the dog aside; then, starting from his seat, he stood close to 
Tito, and put a hand on his shoulder as he spoke. 

"I hope your sharp wits see all the ins and outs of this 
business, my fine necromancer, foi- it seems to me no dearer 
than the bottom of a sack." 

" What is your difficulty, my cavalier? " 
"These accursed Frati Minori at Santa Croce. They are 
drawing back now. Fra Francesco himself seems afraid of 
sticking to his challenge; talks of the Prophet being likely to 
use magic to get up a false miracle— thinks he himself might 
• be dragged into the fire and burned, and the Prophet might 
come out whole hy magic, and the Church be none the better. 
And then, after all our talking, there's not so much as a 
blessed lay brother who will offer himself to pair with that 
pious sheep Fra Domenico." 

"It is the peculiar stupidify of the tonsured skull that pre- 
vents them from seeing of how little consequence it is whether 
they are burned or not, " said Tito. " Have you sworn well to 
them that they shall be in ao danger of entering the fire? " 

"No," said Spini, looking puzzled; "because one of them 
will be obliged to go in with Fra Domenico, who thinks it a 
thousand years till the fagots are ready." 
" Not at all. Fra Domenico himself is not likely to go in. 


»n»«NWG SCHKMBa 529 

•' Irto'l'Ci!"^^^^?:.^ ->^?- powerful min, 

ria to take up this affaiWnH „ f°." ''*'" 8°* <*« Signo- 

day the fuel should be p^r^'^ ''"* *«' °n a given 
got together with the exSion ^f"^ and the people 
digious. If, after thatTl^P ? **"°8 something pro- 
any appearaicI^/a'SaSe on'St'sir'l' ""^ ^"^"^ "' j"^' 
people: they will be reS t^ pe U hS, ? T""" '''*'' 'h" 
Signoria will find it ea8vX> K. • v v- °"* °^ *'^^ o^^J, the 
and his Holing mayl 1 1"!'? ^™ ^-^ ""« '•'"i^'y' 
my Alcibiades, swe^ to ^J^ano ' ''!? ^^- therefore 

Up^dhis^t^l^i^^^f^'^^^^^^^^^^ ^d. and 

on ^m in'rPi^rlit^^ "^ again,°":nless we fall 
-ake an end of hiTa^d hSie^thC^'^'^t ^ * '*««' -"^ 
the Salviati and the Albi^ wXt ^^ ""*'*' ^"^o" and 
forhim. lknowthatw«tI^Jt/Xrr>.'"^'^"'^''«8ht 
bub on Ascension Sunday Th th! ^'''° '^^'^ ^as the hnb- 
again: there may be a star, t^ ^^ . ^v "^^^ ""^^ *wn round 
again, or some ofter cur!^2„ °* ^^ ^'^""^ "^8 '=°n>ing 
'^'Hlt^fb^"''^" •^^^^^S: o^^/i?^''-"'^*^'' ^-" 

self ^7fX^?bi: Sf:™ti;n«r-L^°"«'^^ 

Kre. The wine and che s^ wfll l""""?^^ °^ ^^^ '^"al by 
shouting to help them 1 ^lU make vinegar without anr 

You will haverttofa^ti^f rr*^" "'*«'' ^"-'^ S 


an?;rr:g^b'-«rxrx^«rs^ ^^'^ '^ 

m those things? Hm^ of^h, l*"? """' *^««'a nothing 
Frate is .^ fuough tX£?" '''"^^ "" "•-' -" *^ 






"Oh, of oooTM there are suoh things," said Tito, #ith a 
shrug: "but I have particular reasons for knowing that the 
Frate is not on snoh terms with the devil as can give him any 
confidence in this affair. The only magio he relies on is his 
own ability." 

" Ability! " said Spini. " Do you call it ability to be set- 
ting Florence at loggerheads with the Pope and all the powers 
of Italy — all to keep beckoning at the French king who never 
comes? You may call him able, but I call him a hypocrite, 
who wants to be master of everybody, and get himseU made 

" You judge with your usual penetration, my captain, bnt 
our opinions do not plash. The Frate, wanting to be master, 
and to carry out his projects against the Pope, requires the 
lever of a foreign power, and requires Florence as a fulcrum. 
I used to think him a narrow-minded bigot, but now I think 
him a shrewd ambitious man who knows what he is aiming at, 
and directs his aim as skilfully as you direct a ball when yon 
are playing at nutglio." 

" Yes, yes," said Spini, cordially, " I can aim a ball." 

" It is true," said Tito, with bland gravity ; " and I should 
not have troubled yon with my trivial remark on the Prate's 
ability, but that you may see how this will heighten the credit 
of your success against him at Some and at Milan, which is 
sure to serve you in good stead when the aitj comes to change 
its policy." 

" Well, thou art a good littie demon, and shalt have good 
pay, " said Spini, patronizingly ; whereupon he thought it only 
natural that the useful Greek adventurer should smile witii 
gratification as he said, — 

"Of course, any advantage to ma depends entirely on 
your " 

"We shall have our supper at my palace to-night," inter- 
rupted Spini, with a significant nod and an affectionate pat on 
Tito's shoulder, "and I shall expound the new scheme to 
them all." 

"Pardon, my magnificent patron," said Tito; "the scheme 
has been the same from the first — it has never varied except 
in your memory. .\re you sure you have fast hold of it now? " 

Spini nhMUBad. 

you're behind him, dH™ alt T "^ ' ""•" '^'^ ^^<«^ 
of him? » . ao you think [ m,y go on making u«, 

Tito dared not sav " No » ti. u i . 
to truat him with advi,^" wh^ ^'I- " "*"°P^'''° '^ '"" 

My against Ceocone." ™P"»°P'Jy- "I have nothing to 

That suggestion of the notary's inhVn.^ 
caused Tito a passing twin^n^/ ^*t •"*" *° ^pini 
faction in the suo«,m wiuTIL^t^^'i"* '^'' """"""l ««"«- 

who fancied himXpLt:'"''F;;v':^« "J"'' °' ""« °«^ 
of Ser Ceocone. Tito's Mt„«, mZ ^^ ^"^ """"' "^"^^ 
circumstances that mVght bl Zn«S ^ ""^ ^"""'^ '^^« *» 
memory was much Ta^W b^Tul t^lr^''"''^- "" 
him to contrivances brwWohh«™\^ *"'"""■• """''^ting 
it was not likelyZtKotld C- * I*^."""" °«- ^^ 
morethanayei^ ww^ T* "^^ ^*°'*' coming 
Wore himft^e^;,; of^r."'" k '' '^'P**^ ^--^lenly 
him to declare his oe^^ SSa oZr' "^ '""'P*'""^ 
outside the gates. The fantTw^ Girolamo was not going 
nes. of that «^e, tSSe, ^X%\^T""' ^ •*«■" »'"- 

~me reason or^erhfttarlIf/.?*,rP"°" *^' *" 
had received a new L^Z,™ f"*"^^' °' ''"'"^« *° «>« notary, 
For after having L?W^.l"?' *- «^"' t™' of evenS 
having 'ounlTSrSfiT^^^S:^:^"- ''°''' '^'^ 
country for some time. Ser Cec^nn^rf 1^."^" '°'° ^ 
appearance in the eiiv Z±^ I- ,f '"**' """=« J""™- 
and cultivated thl f^i^^^to^^l"^ ^« ^''bbiati. 
tain of the Compagnacci X m,!^^ -^ ' . ^°^ *''»* <»P- 
panyof intimatMtoZir.^? ^"^"^ ^^«» *" the com- 

ened liy enmity, hTmi^htCr °°°''»"»ti»° were sharp- 
could "seagakrt Tito S™t" 'T ''''°'"'^«« '""J'^- 



:l i\ 



8«ct whom be had offended unawtree. "Bnt," Tito mM to 
himself, " the man's dislike to me can be nothing deeper than 
the ill-homor of a dinnerless dog; I shall conquer it if I can 
make him prosperous." And he had been very glad of an op- 
portunity which had presented itself of providing the notary 
with a temporary post as an extra eaneellitra or registering sec- 
retary under the Ten, believing that with this sop and the ex- 
pectation of more the waspish cur must be quite cured of the 
disposition to bite him. 

But perfect scheming demands omniscience, and the notary's 
envy had been stimulated into hatred by causes of which Tito 
knew nothing. That evening, when Tito, returning from his 
critical audience with the Special Council, had brushed by 
Ser Ceccone on the stairs, ihu notary, who had only just re- 
turned from Pistoja, and lei^^ed the arrest of the conspirators, 
was bound on an errand which bore a humble resemblance to 
Tito's. He also, without giving up a show of popular zeal, 
had been putting in the Medicean lottery. He also had been 
privy to the unexecuted ploc, .md was willing to tell what he 
knew, but knew much less to tell. He also would have been 
willing to go on treacherous errands, but a more eligible agent 
had forestalled him. His propositions were received coldly; 
the council, he was told, was already in possession of the 
needed information, and since he had been thus busy in sedi- 
tion, it would be well for him to retire out of the way of mis- 
chief, otherwise the government might be obliged to take note 
of him. Ser Ceccone wanted no evidence to make him at- 
tribute his failure to Tito, and his spite was the more bitter 
because the nature of the case compelled him to hold his peace 
about it. Nor was this the whole of his grudge against the 
dourishing Melema. On issuing from bis hiding-place, and 
attaching himself to the Arrabbiati, he had earned some pay 
as one of the spies who reported information on Florentine 
affairs to the Milanese court; but his pay had been small, not- 
withstanding his pains to write full letters, and he had lately 
been apprised that his news was seldom more than a late and 
imperfect edition of what was known already. Now Ser Cec- 
cone had no positive knowledge that Tito had an underhand 
connection with the Arrabbiati and the Court of Milan, bat lis 

•bould 8er Ceooone like Me W . ' J^ V" '^ '*• ^7 

•wye; Md wh.t right h,dhe^^^ ■ " "'^ ""^ t" 
»»d. it pcible to him to show f/rr^P""'""" '"'•"k 
tuned hi. voice to flattery Zrr ' "' ^"' »^«« he had 

•->• key. and it re^S to be'T.eTlL""'' ^!!"^ ^» - '^ 
game of outwitting ~ «"» .een who would win at the 

p-:nt:.^^5irn.°xt';sr'*°' ""--"' '^'-^ 

.enteometime., only the oil C«1k?' '"""'«°"y "onven- 

•t anointing other mind. onS w- i~l'?'"'''' "^"^ '''^^ 

Tito, however, not being o^^nr*"' *" """""^ « ''oW. 

C««»ne'. power to hm^ C t^ *' *?« •"Sge.tion of Ser 
that he cared greatl7al»^" wj' •"" ""'^ '°' • "Wle whUe 
hoetility. He Z ni:^yS:Z'&^ °' """P'*"'""' ""^ 
and the .kUl he wa. con.^iourof »n . **°'' ^ ^OTenee, 
m it even apart from r^xlWf °*'^^''.'''" » P''^'"™ 
which he wa. bent to San mCw JSt • ^^l '"""^ °» 
«o much confidence that he Ud I?t!/ • ' "" "^^^ ^^ '•!' 
Ten of hi. desire toZi^ hia „ffl«T f '^^*'' "°*'™ *» t^e 
within the next month^XoLfh!Af°. ^^"^^"^ P«ri°d 
make that resignation .uddll tf M^ t*^*^ P~'»^'«''»' to 
the vmderstanding that nS m v- "^^^ "**^«d it, with 
^.ional aubetitute, i? no mI f ^"^"'-•'"i wa. to be hi. pr^ 
hypothetic grounds but th s wa.TZ" . "l^ "'« «<"-8 o" 
keenest interest foi hi. ^CS ^Td ''^°""'«'h'»dthe 
bon of general knowledge Z^e'ir^s ^"^ » """"Wna- 
wjth diligently ob«,rved 'det^'^L ^r";'*'" P'«P°'«»' 
which he was about to verifv W ^t ■ ■ ™"*'' * eonjeoture 
he proved to be right, hi. ^ie^wo^/'^' *° ^ ^^- « 
-oon tarn his back on FWc" Ha , tT' "^^ ^« «'«^'* 
t^-t consummation, for m^^ circ^^^f^f .^-^f'^. toward 



that it waa time for him 

I own 
to be 

ii I 





TiTo'i Tiiit to San Marco had been announced beforehand, 
and he was at once conducted by Fra Nicool6, SaTonarola'i 
secretary, up the spiral staircase into the long corridors lined 
with ceUa — corridors where Fra Angelioo's frescos, delicate as 
the rainbow on the melting cloud, startled the unaoaustomed 
eye here and there, as if they had been sudden reflections cast 
from an ethereal world, where the Madonna sat crowned in 
her radiant glory, and the Divine infant looked forth with per- 
petual promise. 

It was an hour of relaxation in the monastery, and most of 
the cells were empty. The light through the narrow windows 
looked in on nothing but bare walls, and the hard pallet and 
the crucifix. And even behind that door at the end of a 
long corridor, in the inner cell opening from an antechamber 
where the Prior usually sat at his desk or received private 
visitors, the high jet of light fell on only one more object that 
looked quite as common a monastic sight as the bare walls 
and hard pallet. It was but the back of a figure in the long 
white Dominican tunic and scapulary, kneeling with bowed 
head before a crucifix. It might have been any ordinary Fra 
Oirolamo^ who had nothing worse to confess than thinking of 
wrong things when he was singing in eon, or feeling a spitefol 
joy when Fra Benedetto dropped the ink over his own minia- 
tures in the breviary he was illuminating — who had no higher 
thought than that of climbing safely into Paradise up the nar- 
row ladder of prayer, fasting, and obedience. But under this 
particular white tunic there was a heart beating with a con- 
sciousness inconceivable to the average monk, and perhaps 
hard to be conceived by any man who has not arrived at selJE- 
knowledge through a tumultuous inner life : a consciousness 
in which irrevocable errors and lapses from veracity were so 
intwined with noble purposes and sincere beliefs, in which 
se!f-jastafying expediency was so inworea srith the tissue of 


b;rf»- th. obj^u of CZ fi^'^uf r"'""^ 'r ""-8 

Powlble, whatever ooupM rnirfiftl ; ' "" P"''"?'' *">• 
to And perfect repo^ '»''* ^ ^f*^' '«' ">• oonwi.noe 

8«vonarol» wm not only in the .Hi*,.j . 
were Latin word, of prayer on h7. li.^ "^ °' P™^"' "»" 
Paying. He had ente^ hU «^n ^i ^n ^^ *•" '"'» «"" 
"d burat into word. oTauppU^L ■^''"'.°" ••'» ^ne.., 
« infl.« of oalmnea. whioKuT ^ T. » ** '"' "'^ '°' 
ti. rewlution. urged on himTv L. , ^""' *° •"'■» ">«» 
•ion. were not w,Mtin„ him .. """'"'* **°"8'"» »d paa- 

^t the;r::5 Xu ^ wt" 171^" """'°" 
within him for the la.t hour we™ fl:' • '*"° »' ''"fk 
preued hi. h«.da againaVhi. ftTe. ^h'"'?"';"""' '^^ "''"« 1"» 
t»ing audibly, " ZTur^uJ^ • ** ''^,''' ^'" "P" ''«'™ "*- 

on the Trial by Fire lubZZ ■ J^""^ ^"^"^ *» urge 
P«ting that he\i" lZ7TZl ^""^"l "^^ ^^'^^^ «- 
evoke the long.expecte^l'S^:'^^^^ ,»<;^Pt the chall^ -^ 

and triumph over maUgnitT hLi V '^"P»'" "^""bt 

would declare himself at th/fif*;.- * °°' ""^"l ">»' Ood 
twding of piriToreuSef^' '"""^ ^"^ *° «"» "»de^ 

•^led, it.eemedthit„ot^e\oXJ° "".^"'^ ''»«■«'"«' 
Cortai^Iy, if Fra DlenioTwXid ^ '°°'! ^*.'^8 ^'^ *W.. 

'hat would be a miraoCrd t" e fith °^«\""' ^" "^"^ 
brother were felt to be a ^Irin """^ "'*°' °' "^"^ good 

•cutely consoiou. Th^ ?he re^°f ^T^' "ut Savonarola wa. 
■ee him accept the chaU^C ^K °h "'' '°"°-«'«' »» 
»«ons he had given for hb refu«S ''"""P"'"'* ^ ""^ 

ITet ,t was impossible to him to sati«fv th. 
ter distress he saw now thatTt w«1»C - ' T^ ^'"' ''■*■ 
longer to resist the pro-^o,^ of^atT, '"^ ^™ "^^ 

«-■ ^"tth.tSav'.n.^i.rad'^^;^'^!,.,; £"^1"^ 

" ■ '• .an aiaisil^ 

' i 






when he declared hia belief in a future inpernatnnl attesta- 
tion of his work ; but his mind was so constituted that while 
it was easy for him to believe in a miiaole which, being dis- 
tant and undefined, was screened behind the strong reasons he 
saw for its occurrence, and yet easier for him to have a belief 
in inward miracles such as his own prophetic inspiration and 
divinely wrought intuitions ; it was at the same time insur- 
mountably dificult to him to believe in the probability of a 
miracle which, like this of being carried vinhurt through the 
fire, pressed in all its details on his imagination and involved 
a demand not only for belief but for exceptional action. 

Savonarola's nature was one of those in which opposing ten- 
dencies coexist in alniost equal strength : the passionate sen- 
sibility which, impatient of definite thought, floods every idea 
with emotion and tends toward contemplative ecstasy, alter- 
nated in him with a keen perception of outward facts and a 
vigorous practical judgment of men and things. And in this 
case of the Trial by Fire the latter characteristioa were 
stimulated into unusual activity by an acute physical sensi- 
tiveness which gives overpowering force to the conception of 
pain and destruction as a necessary sequence of facts which 
have already been causes of pain in our experience. The 
promptitude with which men will consent to touch red-hot 
iron with a wet finger is not to be measured by their theoretic 
acceptance of the impossibility that the iron will bum them : 
practical belief depends on what is most strongly represented 
in the mind at a given moment. And with the Frate's consti- 
tution, when the Trial by Fire was urged on his imagination 
as an immediate demand, it was impossible for him to believe 
that he or any other man could walk through the flames un- 
hurt — impossible for him to believe that even if he resolved to 
offer himself, he would not shrink at the last moment. 

But the Florentines were not likely to make these fine 
distinctions. To the common run of mankind it has always 
seemed a proof of mental vigor to find moral questions easy, 
and judge conduct according to concise alternatives. And 
nothing was likely to seem plainer than that a man who at one 
time declared that God would not leave him without the guar- 
antee of a miracle, and yet drew back when it was proposed 

*f^' ■•iW^' li;- 

f i#^ 


^oni besides, .ead/rei/S.^rrWtr'r ^''■ 
of their superior courage, if it was not th!i. " "*'"* 

Savonarola could not hare eioJn^h ^ '"P"™' ^^^ 

to Us friends, evra S^le h»rL If""^""* »»*^f''<'t°rily 

ougUy to hi^seT An5 hj IsS'L ^ «Pl«-itthor' 

make haste to clothe tlL»!i • °" ""^^ ^^^80 

hand an,ong o^r store of ^in '" f°^''^<^o which lie It 

Of whatpaLs"^: CSg^.^^^irec'' *"' ^^^ 
sincerity, even when sincerifrT^ „ • '^"«=«'«"y besides 

momenta, when Sarona^rw^ t' JT"""*- ^ ^"^ ^"^ 

had ceased to hear CeTordrrnSsI? "tW '"^ ^T '' '^ 

by argumentative voices withrhi™ f w v ^ "^^ '^'""'«d 

more and more for an o^twl'aSent * "^"^ """" '~"°- 

a ohiJ.^^r^Hchrr ^°" " "■'""'''' ^ » «»1' '"'•'eptance of 
foes. wTu!d' ^"^tmpr^T^^ ^ r '°^ T "' ^«°""^ 
be responded to. Let the P„™,^i . * "^^^ ^""^^ not 
sadors of all the grelt Pow!^^ ^^^ '^"'*' ^'" t''^ '^»»s- 
ing of a Geneva! CcU Td thTr-V ^Tr '^' ^'<^- 
hang on the miracle ^d?ti^:"';r«fl' *^' ^"""^ """^ 
God will not withheld His sl^f^m tw '"'"'• *™'**"8 «^t 
then I reserve myself for hiZrZ„^l?^'" ''°*- U"*" 
upon me: it is not ™,mitt^d to m« f T '"'^'" ^"'^^y ^^ 
for the sake of wres^'^^fn ev"^*^^^^ 'T '""^ """^"^ 
Domenioo's invincible zfaTto enterlto th/^^ ^"* ^« 
3;«^„. IMvine vocanon, mT^TpX'lHLtiS! 

tH^L°e°i ^neirrSa.'rfiLalT\"'-« *° «''' 
entering the fire, his beU^^X aZ"' ?t ""^ "^^ 
event that his imftirin«««„ „ -^"^lou agaw. it wan not an 

shuddering vibSs to thre"!""".?'^ T= ^« *«" ■* -'"> 
gers. Thfmir^ec^^ *otL TvV.'r*'"'"^'' ^- 
to happen : he was warr»nf!^ ■ ., • ^' ^^ *"^ ''"'* was not 
der it The fuISrri^rir? "^1^^^ P°-" ^ ^■ 
might be assembly tetSrltoSforialv'^? ?^ I"»P^« 

ta-ugh: .1 thi. wi. pe^sr^^rntrai?:: 



longer resiat it without bringing dishonor on— himself ? Tea, 
and therefore on the cause of Ood. But it was not really in- 
tended that the Franciscan should enter the fire, and while k» 
hung back there would be the means of preventing Fra Do- 
menico's entrance. At the very worst, if Fra Domenico were 
compelled to enter, he should carry the consecrated Host with 
hiw, and with that Mystery in his hand, there might be a 
warrant for expecting that the ordinary effects of fire would 
be stayed; or, more probably, this demand would be resisted, 
and might thus be a final obstacle to the trial. 

But these intentions could not be avowed: he must appear 
frankly to await the ^ial, and to trust in its issue. That 
dissideoce between inward reality and outward seeming was 
not the Christian simplicity after which he had striven through 
years of his youth and prime, and which he had preached as a 
chief fruit of the Divine life. In the stress and heat of the 
day, with cheeks burning, with shouts ringing in the ears, 
who is so blest as to remember the yearnings he had in the 
cool and silent morning and know that he has not belied them? 
" O God, it is for the sake of the people— because they are 
blind— because their faith depends on me. If I put on sack- 
cloth and cast myself among the ashes, who will take up the 
standard and head the battle? Have I not been led by a way 
which I knew not to the work that lies before me? " 

The conflict was one that could not end, and in the effort at 
prayerful pleading the uneasy mind laved its smart continually 
in thoughts of the greatness of that task which there was no 
man else to fulfil if he forsook it. It was not a thing of every 
day that a man should be inspired with the vision and the 
daring that made a sacred rebel. 

Even the words of prayer had died away. He continued to 
kneel, but his mind was filled with the images of results to be 
felt through all Europe; and the sense of immediate difScul- 
ties was being lost in the glow of that vision, when the knock- 
ing at the door announced the expected visit. 

Savonarola drew on his mantle before he left his cell, as 
was his custom when he received visitors; and with that im- 
mediate response to any appeal from without which belongs to 
a power-loving nature accustomed to make its power felt by 


ared from a reaarkof mLI^^T^ f"^ ""^ P™*™- I gati- 

you to pardon me if I have been t^„ffl • ' u ^ "■"'* '"*'*»' 
Me«ser Domenioo is attJ! ™ ^ offloious; bnt inasmuch as 
to appriseyouZatSrl^T''^"^ ''*"'■ "^»'I-'«ked 
to depart L Lyonsr^^hrCLX^' ^'*'*" '" "'»»' 

iB powerful, and in delibe^te^eS he 1.^1^?"^'^ 

diUtetionan7^*ded MW Ir.^" *^'"' ^""^ """e tea 

control. HelSsSnSl?^^"''"^''""^"^ 
mediately, as if he h«A^ «« iito and did not answer im- 

anyttVerpe^lr hadT" tT*^ °'"«''""' ""* '««ly let 
fla^ of iro^^a^^,^'':;^: :^^,^,f:r"f ^*'f dUatationW 
sions. He sawit aTffc • ^"^ """^^ °" other ocoa- 

in>Pj./athefJL^Sif,X^4-g. -^^^ '^ 

inS:r rm1;i*m'er Mt '1.'«^~^'» *° "-- *!-« 
dent disciple o^hi^ri h.^^""? '.°°' "' *^ '^*°> "» "" 
private letlr to tte intinelm'^^ ''^^'"''^ *^ ^'"^ " 



" t 


ing a General Oooncil, that might reform the abiues of the 
• ^,',"'^ '"^^ ^^ depoeing Pope Alexander, who was not 
nghtfully Pope, being a vioioug unbeliever, elected by corrup- 
tion and governing by simony. 

This fact was not what Tito knew, but what his constructive 
talent, guided by subUe indications, had led him to fuess and 


" It is true, my son," said Savonarola, quietly,— "it is tme 
I have letters which I would gUdly send by safe conveyance 
under cover to our ambassador. Our community of San Marco, 
a« you know, has affairs in France, being, amongst other 
things, responsible for a debt to that singularly wise and ex- 
perienced Frenchman, Signer PhiUppe de Comines, on the 
hbra^of the Medici, which we purchased; but I apprehend 
that Domenico Mazzinghi himself may return to the city be- 
fore evening, and I should gain more time for preparation of 
the letters if I wanted to deposit them in his hands." 

"Assuredly, reverend father, that might be better on aU 
grounds, except one, namely, that if anything occurred to 
hmder Messer Domenico's return, the despatch of the letters 
would require either that I should come to San Marco again at 
a late hour, or that you should send them to me by your sec- 
retary; and I am aware that you wish to guard against the 
false inferences which might be drawn from a too frequent 
oommnnioation between yourself and any officer of the govern- 
ment. " In throwing out this difficulty Tito felt that the more 
unwillingness the Frate showed to trust him, the more certain 
he would be of his conjecture. 

Savonarola was sUent; but while he kept his mouth firm, a 
sUght glow rose in his face with the suppressed excitement 
that was growing within him. It would be a critical moment 
—that m which he deUvered the letter out of his own hands. 
"It IS most probable that Messer Domenico will return in 
tame," said Tito, affecting to consider the Frate's determina- 
taon settled, and rising from his chair as he spoke. " With 
your permission, I will take my leave, father, not to trespass 
on your time when my errand is done; but as I may not be 
favored with another interview, I venture to confide to you— 
what is not yet known to others, except to the magnificent Ten 


_. 641 

i^Srir^S^^lTS -y -«t«y»hip, and Wing 

yourp'^p^r ""'"'^' *^^ ''^■- "I desbe to know 

The politic of FloreZ ^W ^^'''' ^ "" •'""8ht up. 

^test mind-to Z;y'/:^%Z T^'- *° """"P^ '^• 
to execute his own ideaa • h,.7„K7 i? a man is in a position 
to be the mere instiuLMt of I^n^ '^^ f "' ^^ ""^ ""^y l-"!* 
be animated by the^^ at^^JT? '"i'""'^' ''^ "^"^^ ^ 
alao, my wife's unhappT^en^^f °*.? >»« Florentine: 
since the painful eTrt^rf Z^^ ^T ^f '"«»*«« residence 
wish to join her." '^"^' ""'"™"y ""Auences me. I 

••rS'.^^*^ ^ ""^ approvingly. 

oouriTEi^i'LT^wid^Z^''-'^^^-^^ «>" chief 
of letters in thr;ai ^Zm^''^^'^ "1*^ «•« »» 
court of Hunrarv hnrT I!k i ^ «^aU go hwt to *»- 

and I shaU pro^^S^ .t^'int'S ortent'"'"''^^ r'""-' 
concealed from you, father thJ^f ^^'- ^ ^»^« "<>* 

I have not my wiftft^tl* k . ,"° "^'°"'' enthusiast; 
conceive, is no?n:^»a^L°'iat\ot^°-. '>'^^-^^>->i 
and justice of your vieWc^r^f.^PP'**'"'** *^o grandeur 
and the ChJh ^^r^^^^. **r"^™'°*'«'«°»B 
any commission th^will drfr"","* *" ^^'' »"« ^a^ 
establish, I shaUf^lWrT^Mt'*'''*'""' y°" "^'^ to 
"Stay, my son. Whrjou ^Zt iZ"^" ''^ '^^'>' " 
send a letter to your wife nf^i, • • ^o™noe I wUl 

fa^be -ured,'fo" Sftl^tLr '"1"?"Th ' ^'^ 
to Prance, such as I have ready—!" *''^ betters 

tookS:iXrtwrh^,,t^^^esl.ashespol.e. He 
address in the Pr^'s olfl . ^^ "**' ^"' ""t "ad, an 
still to be eeenflrri^gTerSs'oJrK^r' ''"'^'"'^«' 

-^ "-e-tVereTo:^sx5°ir:iire: 



not incur the responsibility of oanying aw»y the letter. 
Mesaer Oomenioo Mazzinghi will doabtleu letom, or, if not, 
Fra Nioool6 can convey it to me at the second hour of the 
evening, when I shall plaoe the other despatches in the ooorier'B 

"At presen«i my son," said the Frate, waiving that pointy 
" I wish you to address this packet to our ambassador in you 
own handwriting, which is preferable to my secretary's." 

Tito sat down to write the address while the Frate stood l^y 
him with folded arms, the glow mounting in his cheek, and 
his lip at last quivering. Tito rose and was about to move 
away, when Savonarda said abruptly,— "Take it, my son. 
There is no use in waiting. It does not please me that Fra 
Nioool6 should have needless errands to the Palazzo." 

As Tito took the letter, Savonarola stood in suppressed ex- 
citement that forbade further speech. There seems to be a 
subtle emanation from passionate natures like his, making 
their mental states tell immediately on others; when they are 
absent-minded and inwardly excited there is silence in the air. 
Tito made a deep reverence and went out with the letter 
under his mantle. 

The letter was duly delivered to the oonrier and carried out 
of Florence. But before that happened another messenger, 
privately employed by Tito, had conveyed information in 
cipher, which was carried by a series of relays to armed agents 
of Ludovico Sfotza, Duke of Milan, on the watch for the very 
purpose of intercepting despatches on the borders of the 
Milanese territory. 



LiTTLB more than a week after, on the seventh of April, the 
great Piazza della Signoria presented a stranger spectacle even 
than the famous Bonfire of Vanities. And a greater multitude 
had assembled to see it than had ever before tried to find place 
for themselves in the wide Piazza, even on the day of San 

■•. ^smJ* 

™» rsUL BY TOR J43 

*W OP diMdytotage offered ht JT^J '* "'"y ""^ <>' van- 

P-Wic. Men werT^t^ ™ i^""*""?* •• were fr«e to tba 
•ngl. with the r "k^S weiTSn^l^ '"^^ """>« ' "W 
«ms and legs, were S'on^« ^1^''"'/ u'"'" PUl««.\dtt 
that here and there eumoLted^r^"* ""■ '""«'' •*«t"'«7 
!««»«., were finding a^S^. btS*,*"^"*" <" the grandi 
t«ve, and a footing oVler^*^ '"'* °" " ^itof arohi- 
•tonework. whUe thfy dutohed'2 .S~*'°°'' °' ""> "'•^ 
driven into the walh, beside tTeif "'^^ '"•" '^"ff* « staple. 

For they were oome to sen > \r).- i 
abraded flesh seemed sUght ifoo^ "'^'" ""^^ ^^ «>d 
close at hand. It it ^^T^I^^T ""t "^^ ^""^ 
?iwoles, and more or lew to hMi. ■ T^^ to hear of 
Florentines were going t^s« t« i"! *?""' '^^ "•>» «"» 
would see half a Se for if Th. ^l^' ^-^ '««" they 
out of the fire, they Zldteli^ IT"^."*'^ ?°* «•""» ^^^ 
was burned in the midZ °**' '*^ ""^ ^^ that he 

There oould be no reasonahln Hn^K* .l 
would be kindled, andX?S>» ^ '* '^°""'' ^^ the fire 
there, before ti^ir eyeT™ f kT^ ''"^'* ""*« it ^ 
broad, and twenty yLTlor^aa°Z''''?r"' "«"* *««* 
^rnbly, great brl^hes of^ ^^J HL'nH « *' ""^^^^ "P 
thorns aboye, and weU-anototod tow andtZ^ °°' '^^« 
&.e flame, in Florentine illuZaZT ^^T *°.°"^« 
at the comer <rf the marble ^^3^- i. ® P'atform began 
close to Marzocoo, tte ston^S^" 1^' '^f"' °"* ^^ 
frowningly along\e gw^e of fa J^w "*"* ^""8" '"^ 
«««»» the Piazza. *"*' *^* stretohed obUquely 

fivfhS^rieS,l-„^^Hro bodies of armed men: 
palace; fiye h^u^iZcZ^l^t^'^T'^^''""^ ^^o^ the 
on.the opposite silof^'Z^C'r/"^^" '^^ '^'^ 
wtizens of another sort, undTMa^o s^'V""- '"^ "^ 
friend, in front of Oroya's W^ t '*i' Savonarola's 
and Dominicans were toTplaS^Vthr f ^'^"i-^ 
Here had Uen much e^p^^f ref^dt^r^:! h,. 


*** ROMOLA. 

dignitiM woe oon«enMd. Then oould be no natonable doubt 
th«t Bomathing grMt was about to h«pp«n; and it would oar- 
tainly be a great thing if the two monks were simply burned, 
for in that case too Ood wr 'Ud hare spoken, and said Tory 
plainly that Fra Qirolamo waa not His prophet 

And there was not muoh longer to wait, for it was now near 
midday. Half the monks were already at their posts, and 
that half of the Loggia that lies toward the Palace was already 
filled with gray mantles; but the other half, divided oS by 
boards, was still empty of everything except a small altar. 
The Franciscans had ^tored and taken their places in silence. 
But now, at the other side of the Piazza was heard loud chant- 
ing from two hundred voices, and there was general satisfac- 
tion, if not in the chanting, at least in the evidence that the 
Dominicans were come. That loud chanting repetition of the 
prayer, "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered," 
was unpleasantly suggestive to some impartial ears of a desire 
to vaunt confidence and excite dismay; and so was the flame- 
colored velvet cope in which Fra Domenico was arrayed as he 
headed the procession, cross in hand, his simple mind really 
exalted with faith, and with the genuine intention to enter the 
flames for the glory of God and Fra Girolamo. Behind him 
came Savonarola in the white vestment of a priest, carrying in 
his hands a vessel containing the consecrated Host. He, too^ 
was chanting loudly; he, too, looked firm and confident, and 
as all eyes were turned eagerly on him, either in anxiety, curi- 
osity, or malignity, from the moment when he entered the 
Piazza till he mounted the stops of the Loggia and deposited 
the Sacrament on the altar, there was an intensifying flash and 
energy in his countenance responding to that scrutiny. 

We are so made, almost all of us, that the false seeming 
which we have thought of with painful shrinking when before- 
hand in our solitude it has urged itself on us as a necessity 
will possess our muscles and move our lips as if nothing but 
that were easy when once we have come under the stimulus of 
expectant eyes and ears. And the strength of that stimulus 
to Savonarola can hardly be measured by the experience of 
ordinary lives. Perhaps no man has ever had a mighty influ- 
enos over his fellows without having the <nnate need to domi- 


Mte, and thia need VMxuUy beooniM rt. 
from • purpoM which is not «IH.i t .V ^weparable 

P-.tb.tTth. day of the ^tW°thtL^^ '* "T *° 
w the preeains temntaWn.. f»T ^ '^,*"« aoublenegg which 

Prieat, orat^'or TCTan t« ^ ^"''"'' •"^*'' '^""^^^ -^ 
SayoMPola'.^nKiou^Z^"' J- T" '*""8'y "^^fi""-! « 
other period ThUl Je ""h" Z'T'J ' ^f '^'^ « ""^ 
P^mganar^rdo:^ but aS^Ti^'Sftr "«""'"' ^"'■ 

weight on hia he^ Tnf^ ."f •~^'»8 waa preaaing with leaden 

this trii^ bn" b^ae of t^'l^*"'"' °' *''"' P™'^"'' "»"«« o? 
whior:Ji'i*iTa1rn?r.7°' already past-^ 

. window of the ofd l£r nZT""-'"'"' ^'"^^'^ ^"'^ 
toward which thoae wideT'-nn^ !f ?.'«"'"""» turning-point 
tag, that two ey^llri^^K^'^*""? ^'^"^ '""^ '»«° "o^verg- 
tine co^elof tt^^ ^^'"'^' '""' """"^ *"' «"> ^loref- 
d-patchea. 1 tLll^ni^.r^ttT' -'» ~^'' °f aU hia 
lundaoftheDukeofMilar^rri J„ ?f ^aa already in the 
of the Pope, not ^l heteZ^n/ ** ^^ ^ ^ ^^ ^^ 

tiflc.tionl^'extrerm^Si^^ATe wt ^'"* V"" ^'^■ 
TitoMelen.a'aaatiafaotiW^wa«th«lT^ » ""^'8°''^ " 
• Bum who has won aL^ Ih^f^ ** Bflf-gratulation of 

notions about covemm.nt. „" . tv, ! ' ^"^ '*™a'^aUe 
keep hia ae^^r ™h!^ ° ''"''•''"V''"*"^ 


t ii 



oontent And«T.»ythlngiiowwMiBforwMdpr«pMationfor 

•: „•" '•* *"• ""*• *^ '"• •"<! «>*. •ai Tito hoped to 

qmt Plowno* He luuj bwn w indu.tiiou. tUt he felt at 

^iT^ ^J^^" '''"•^ ""^ *^^y'* '»»»dy. "Woh the 

thi(4-he«led Dolfo Spini could nerer ha^e bninght about but 
for nun* 

Not yet did the loud ohantUg eeaae, but rather swelled to a 
deafening roar, being taken up in all parte of the Plana br 
the Piagnoni, who carried their little red oroeiea ae a badM 
J^moetof them, chanted the prayer for the confueiMrf 
uod B enemies with the expectation of an answer to be given 
through the medium of a more signal personage than Pra Do- 
memoo. This good Prate in his flame-colored cope was now 
kneeling before the litUe altar on which the Sacrament was 
deposited, awaiting his summons. 

On the Franciscan side of the LoggU there was no chantinit 
and no flame-color : only silence and grayness. But there was 
thu counterbalancing difference, that the Pranoisoans had two 
champions: a certain Pra Giuliano was to pair with Pra Do- 
menioo, whUe the original champion, Pra Pranoesoo, confined 
his challenge to Savonarola. 

•,',' ®'"^^',." *•""«'•'* *•'• ""° P«™^«d uneasUy on the rods and 
pillars, « aU must be ready now. ThU chanting might stop 
and we should see better when the Frati are moving toward 
the platform." 

But the Prati. were not to be seen moving yet Pale Pran- 
Mscan faces were looking uneasily over the boarding at that 
flame-colored cope. It had an evil look and might be en- 
^ted, so that a false miracle would be wrought by magic 
Your monk may come whole out of the fire, and yet it may be 
the work of the deviL ' 

And now there was passing to and fro between the Loggu 
and the marble terrace of the Palazzo, and the roar of ^t- 
mg became a little quieter, for every one at a distance was 
beginning to watch more eagerly. But it soon appeared that 
the tfew movement was not a beginning, but an obstacle to be- 
pnning. The dignified Plorentines appointed to preside over 
Uus affair as moderators on each side went in and out of the 
Palace, imd there was much debate with the Franciscans 


ing, which wa. not miraculous ^TfT^ 1 "^°"' "•"«*- 
TMtment standing iuat^ th!^. , Oirolamo in hi. whit. 

Palace again, and returning to hilb^ Tl °"* "" "" 
•U hi. clothe, with . b^l^i'Lj'^- Hehadchaaged 
•Mh flank by a Franciscan lesT on™; • ! '"" »■"«*«» »«> 
8.:"naro.ah'e.ho„ld be"::ilr«2 ""° '"" ^'""^'^ "^ 

~A c'^pi^atfhXer^ri^'^*^.''-^ 

-tof theflv.'^.Taitr:L'eT'"^ir'*" ^--" 

Kii* w— n- 1 ""»" uare a nne view of him " 
J^lZ^ZX^^t -tI^ •-P^'^^^the ordinal 
perhaps «.nieXt i«nC reSsS'.r 'l!'" '^^ ^^' 
to the priests of Baal. dZ^di^JTh ^ ^^ *^* "* ®y»h 
delays. But sne^. T!^ °*.'^" oeMation of these trivial 

.«.pty in the stomach. £t^^tnZ^ ?. ^^^ ^^'^ ««i 
K the miracle did not be^in.'^* "h*^ J" ^'"> '°' '^^? 
PraGirolamo',, whomig^!^ 't . ^'* "° "'""' f""" but 

offering himself now^tS^e'l'^eX' « hiht;!"^''^ 
ward enough to do when there™ tm A. T •\'"* "^^ '«■ 

More movement to and fro J„" °, ^"^ "" "S^*' 
noon seemed to hesi^^^^'Z^^^^'n '^l*^" '^- 
clouds had gathered, LT!hS^he Lt^**' *^'"'' *^'' 
andwntaohiU through the 8n£!teff v* °° everything, 
j^^ Lurougn tne spectators, hungry in mind and 

y<ne it wa. the oruoifix whinh w-. n 
into the fire and mustlt be 11:^^^^/° '"'*^ *° ""^^ 
ner. After «,me Uttle reai^tanr! 9, ^^**°* "" *^* nian- 
Objection, «.d thu. ^Id^l^^^^rnl^Vrm^S 


••■ ROMOLiL 

caneauion; but ha imiMdiattly pltoad in Fra Doamieo'i 
haodf the veMal oontaming tha eoniaoimtad Hott. Tha idaa 
thkt tha praaanoa of the imorad Myitaiy might in the wont 
aztramity aTart tha ordinary effects of fire hovered in hia mind 
aa a poaaibility ; but the issue on whioh he counted wu of a 
more positire Itind. In talung up the Host he said quietly, 
as if he were only doing what had been piaaupposad from tha 
Unt, — 

" Since they are not willing that you should enter with the 
oruoifiz, my brother, enter simply with the Sacrament." 

New horror in the Franciscans; new firmness in Savonarola. 
" It was impious pres\tmption to carry the Sacrament into the 
fire : if it were burned the scandal would be great in the minds 
of the weak and ignorant." "Not at all: even if it were 
burned, the Accidents only would be consumed, the Subatanoe 
would remain." Here was a question that might be argued 
till set of sun and remain as elastic as ever; and no one could 
propose settling it by proceeding to the trial, since it was 
essentially a preliminary question. It was only necessary 
that both sides should remain firm — that the Franciscans 
should persist in not permitting the Host to be carried into tha 
fire, and that Fra Domenioo should persist in refusing to entdr 
without it. 

Meanwhile the clouds were getting darker, the air chiller. 
Even the chanting was missed now it had given way to inau- 
dible argument; and the confused sounds of talk from all points 
of the Piazza, ihowing that expectation was everywhere relax- 
ing, contributed to the irritating presentiment that nothing 
decisive would be done. Here and there a dropping shout 
was heard; then, more frequent shouts in a rising scale of 

" Light the fire and drive them in 1 " " Let us have a smell 
of roast — we want our dinner I" "Come, Prophet, let us 
know whether anything is to happen before the twenty-four 
hours are overt" "Yes, yes, what's your last vision?" 
" Oh, he's got a dozen in his inside; they're the small change 
for a miracle! " "014, Frate, where are you? Never mind 
wasting the fuel I" 

Still the same movement to and fro between the Loggia and 


fBX TRUL BT Km. g^ 

£SfCd.l't^;eX:u&''°:'"K' uninfUigibl. to 
to no other .pp««.t rf^S^ t^T".""' '"'"='' '^»«»"" 

hit- in wWohTlXZo wL ' r"?'"" '^ "•^•"d d' 
h. who w„ hiade^mg^rtriri ^'^^^ " 'P~^'"= " ''- 
W»«ow, „d h. Z'hXLlliJ"^'^^ "- 'PP^i-S to 

•n M.d to norenUne difflSrh^ "".l *° ** '°'* '" P-tting 

«m.d a« towLSTtTe iZl. th" T " '.i'""'"' '"'^ <" the 
driring them on to the mZJ^ "'J'.^' P*°P'« '""e, or 
P*J«oe. At thi. movement ev^7 '*'"°'"^ •" '"»■* "'the 
with monk, „demb^!Zd'Sr* "" '""^"^'^ •»«• 

•gain tow«d the TettoWiThenVeT, "^ '^''""'^ 
hesTena seemed to inteneifvTfJ ^^ '"'•"kneM of the 

•ion, ..d the rain, whl:^ "^I^lTfeh' ""•' ""'"■ 
drops, began to fall with «,r>;ji ^ "" "• scattered 

fa.l/and'^i^g 'iT' te^f ^|"-«Vif nee, wet^^ 

''••'y hungry peopirto^e"X.°«'^«Plf"». wetting the 

gust and rage inward to fermT^f ?? "^* "''*"7 "'"'s d'*" 

pen. The Signoria was ZbtieL JS of fh? ^•'" ""^ *° '"'P' 
OM reason, better than any pr^ft f ° f ^"!"• ■" ■"" "bvi- 
PWies might go home It w.. f.,^ '^'""""'g that both 
i^ expected ^d d^^ed yltit wn J!?'",!^'"''^ ^"^°""°J* 
of what he felt to ZZi /e w« T^^ '*,'" "' description 
-ud plashed on the i^ge of thrjJ"! ""^ """ "^ '«"' 
h. altar and all garmento ^dtoe^'^rFrl'T* "^T^ "'"^ 
demand for him to enter the fi^Tl ^t/™? '^.^'^ »«* t^e 

too, with a certainty 

as srresistiiile as the 

was at an end. But he knew 

damp chill that had 





taken posBession of his frame, that the design of his enemies 
was fulfilled, and. that his honor was not saved. He knew 
that he should have to make his way to San Marco again 
through the enraged crowd, and that the hearts of many friends 
who would once have defended him with their lives would now 
be turned against him. 

When the rain had ceased he asked for a guard from the 
Signoria, and it was given him. Had he said that he was 
willing to die for the work of his life? Yes, and he had not 
spoken falsely, t! t to die in dishonor — held up to scorn as a 
hypocrite and a false prophet? "Oh, Ckidl iAot is not mar- 
tyrdom I It is the blotting out of a life that has been a pro- 
test against wrong. Let me die because of the worth that is 
in me, not because of my weakness." 

The rain had ceased, and the light from the breaking clouds 
fell on Savonarola as he left the Loggia in the midst of his 
guard, walking as he had come, with the Sacrament in his 
hand. But there seemed no glory in the light that fell on him 
now, no smile of heaven: it was only that light which shines 
on, patiently and impartially, justifying or condemning by 
simply showing all things in the slow history of their ripen- 
ing. He heard no blessing, no tones of pity, but only tannta 
and threats. He knew this was a foretaste of oomiug bitter- 
ness; yet his courage mounted under all moral attack, and he 
showed no sign of dismay. 

" Well parried, Fratel " said Tito, as Savonarola descended 
the steps of the Loggia. " But I fear your career at Florence 
is ended. What say you, my Nicool6? " 

" It is a pity his falsehoods were not all of a wise sort," said 
liacchiavelli, with a melancholy shrug. " With the times so 
much on his side as they are about Chuioh afhirs, he might 
have done something great." 





•un shone with a more de!^i!^*, ^""'' ""^ <*« "«'ming 

•Bd aaw a flock around him who^^ST^f "" ^ ''' *'»«^' 
•taken ; and this morning in ^ .„^ J^ ^" "'^ ""- 
dared himself ready to die- in fr^nt ^ ,f^ ?"ioeritjr he de- 
own doom. Once more he'uSeSthf t "^"'"l' ^^ ""^ ^■• 
the feces of men and women S J^ ^"f"'""""' "^^ "»'■ 
love. Then he desoenTnX^^'^e '^ v """""»«"« 
away from that sight foreve™ P'^P'* """^ *«°ed 

For before the svm had sat liln^— 
P«sions which had hlJ^Tj^ '^^^f"^' The 

.mouldering through that qS^rtloSnfL.^"":? had been 
out again with a fury not wwMis^T^' "^^ ^ "<"' b""* 
out olBcial connivance T^^^, ZJT!^ ""^ "°* ''^*^- 

in an attempt of acme Com^gSo 1LS:fTh "* ''^'^°'"° 
mon, which the Piagnoni hST^ <» hinder the evening ser- 

"oner had men's bkTLo^tTrd ^^ '".>'*'• «"* "° 
be^meanafeythantte"r.^%fl.'^*"''»°"<'» ^ 
toSanMarool" "^y arose, To San Marco I the fire 

-.d^^nSwrr/Sa'i-^ ''''' "^ "•« <^-* 
aUy increasing multitude TTlf^^ "I '^"'^ "«» <^^^- 
monks, long ^ouTof groZe i^r, J^'^'T'''- ^" ^^^ 
within their walls, and so^ o7th™^^7'*^°"*^ '^ ««"• 
their long white ^nios CS tht td bf^T as vig„„usly in 
Even the command of Savon«i!,?f ,i^° ^'«''** Templars, 
impulse to self-defe^L r^'S;^"!^ ""'^ "'^ "^^ «"» 
, the Dominican serge m^w^ iT "*• ^ """""^ """J" 
"hosen to depart, wd some of al™ j^^'?*"^**' "^o had not 
firing from CRttiroitn/r^^^'^y-- *^''"»'"«' 

."uringof stonesLdhtixi^^rrr^,-^':^ 




was close fighting with swords in the cloisters. Kotwith- 
standing the force of the assaUanto, the attack lasted tiU deep 
night. ^ 

The demonstrations of the Government had all been against 
the convent; early in the attack guards had been sent for, not 
to disperse the assaUants, but to command aU within the con- 
vent to lay down their arms, aU laymen to depart from it, and 
Savonarola himself to quit the Florentine territory within 
twelve hours. Had Savonarola quitted the convent then, ' 
could hardly .._ve escaped being torn to pieces; he was wiu 
ing to go, but his friends hindered him. It waa felt to 
be a great risk even for some laymen of high name to de- 
part by the garden wall, but among those who had chosen to 
do so was Pranoesoo Valori, who hoped to raise rescue from 

And now when it was deep night— when the struggle oould 
hardly have lasted much longer, and the Compaguaooi might 
soon have carried their swords into the library, where Savona- 
rola was praying with the Brethren who had either not taken 
up arms or had laid them down at his command— there came a 
second body of guards, commissioned by the Signoria to de- 
mand the persons of Pra Girolamo and his two coadintors, Pr» 
Domenico and Fra Salvestro. 

Loud was the roar of triumphant hate when the light of 
lanterns showed Ihe Frate issuing from the door of the con- 
vent with a guard who promised him no other safety than that 
of the prison. The struggle now was, who should get first in 
the stream that rushed up the narrow street to see the Prophet 
carried back in ignominy to the Piazza where he had braved it 
yesterdK.7— who should bo in the best pUoe for reaching his 
ear with insult, nay, if possible, for smiting him and kicking 
him. This was not difSoult for some of the armed Ccmpa- 
gnacci who were not prevented from mUing themselves with 
the guards. 

When Savonarola felt himself dragged and pushed along in 
the midst of that hooting multitude; when lanterns were lift- 
ed to show him deriding faces; when he felt himself spit 
upon, smitten and kicked with grossest words of insult, it 
seemed to him that the wwst bitterness of life w»s past. H 

t .^m^ 


.Uence JdL "?^^!t''l°r ^"' covered our hL, in' 
who"'h^''*J™l'"'P*'**"* *''""'?>' of i"»nltmg the Prate 

with olnbs and 8^47 wrwSl^nffl ''^' f'^ ""* ""> ^■"'"e 
P»gnaooi wL&l^lT . ^"^"^ •'y s«rord-girt Com- 

hi. arm aSThis^S Hul ? '"^'•' T"*" ''«°' ^ ^^^ 

five of iaa^l;rtiS;,"t J;T::^Tm' t r*^" °° 

experience what other, called i„,ft^ f«>m San Marco to 
founded by an mgrTJ^edfj^^^^. "^ ^^ ^""^ ^"^ 
deadwithanar^rknTto h« V «' *° T ^" ^« '"'°' 




Compagnaoci sat through this memorable night, teoeiving vis- 
itors who oame and went, and went and came, some oi them 
in the guise of armed Compagnaoci, others dressed obscurely 
and without visible aims. There was abundant wine on the 
• o • ■ "Irinking-cups for chance comers; and though 

Spmi was on his guard against excessive drinking, he took 
enough from time to time to heighten the excitement produced 
by the news that was being brought to him continually. 

Among the obscurely dressed visitors Ser Cecoone was one 
of the most frequent, and as the hours advanced toward the 
morning twilight he had remained aa Spini's constant com- 
panion, together with Francesco f.Vi, who was then in rather 
careless hiding in Florence, expecting to have his banishment 
revoked when the Fate's fall had been accomplished. 

The tapers had burnt themselves into low shapeless masses, 
and holes in the shutters were just marked by a sombrerot- 
ward light, when Spini, who had started from his seat and 
walked up and down with an angry flush on his face at some 
talk that had been going forward with those two unmilitary 

companions, burst out, 

" The devU spit himl he shall pay for it, though. Ha, hal 
Hie claws shall be down on him when he littie thinks of them. 
So A« was to be the great man after all! He's been pretend- 
mg to chuck everything toward my cap, as if I were a blind 
beggar-man, and all the while he's been winking and filling his 
own soarsella. I should like to hang skins about him and set 
my hounds on him! And he's gc; that fine ruby of mine. I 
was foo enough to give him yesterday. Malediction I And 
he was laughing at me in his sleeve two years ago, and spoU- 
ingthe best plan that ever was laid. 1 was a fool for trusting 
myself with a rascal who had long-twUted contrivances that 
nobody could see to the end of but himself." 

" A Greek, too, who dropped into Florence with gems packed 
about hun," said Francesco Cei, who had a slight smUe of 
amusement on hb face at Spini's fuming. "You did tut 
Choose your confidant very wisely, my Dolfo." 

" He's a cursed deal cleverer than yon, Francesco, and hand- 
somer too, ' said Spini, turning on his associate with a general 
desire to worry anything that presented itself. 


yon^^in'CiS^TpK ^""'•'""'^''ota^'s trick of 

now they have been balked wTiMhfv^"°l'' '?'""''' ""^ 
a we don't take care I suTn^Tth/ *"" '™'^« °° ""^ 
buzring about among them .STl- "" "'""' Mediceane 
your ptlaceorerthe'bS Wore ?„r^ T *^'"" ''*'«"'«8 
bait for them another waf" * '^''" "" ""^ ^"d a 

dr^w'S^aiii: r?iv?£'^?^« ''l'*'^- l^ '^e belt he 

i i :!« 



.^"ns i''rr:rwh':r^r ^^'" - ^--^ 

the Amo, was also onJn„^ ^. ? "^^ opposite side of 

His erra-idTSpSLnr ol°H 1^ *^' '^"^ ^'"'^ ''"'S^*- 
was making his waT to thTh- ^! u° «''*tion to theirs; he 

and which only seem^dThiTL "^"looked by no dwellings, 
warehouses ZSe?tSrf"'"'^'^'"'*^°°«^y '°' ^« 


ail „/"?•" ""^ *'"' '<»*li"'"" ^^ the attraction that dr»r 
this mau to come and sit down among the gras^ and S^ 

X ZT"^, T '"V'^^y •" ""^ channeKCaJS 
wlw ,^!!^ '""^ ^^ » ^86 piece of bread bright to 

hm by one of those friendly runlets, and more than on«, a 
raw carrot and apple-parings. It wa^ worth whileTwsJt foJ 
wch ohanoe. in a place where there was no one to il^ an" 

W^n^ju •\°"«'" .'*''! '"'" *°' «>°« day the need of that silent 
begging which consisted in sitting on a church-step by S. 
wayside out beyond the Porta San Frediano '^'^^^^ 

hlUf'^^T"^ ^"^ "^KS'"* "'' """"'' «•»* he would per- 

S bulfn """' *" ^•'' 'f '^^ *^'^ "^^ '^"^ that sUent'T^ 
peal, but for one reason that made him desire to live. It wm 
no longer a hope j it Was only that possibility which clings to 

tte sort of possibility that makes a woman watch on a hwd 
land for the ship which held something dear, though all W 

ago. After he had come out of the convent hospital where 
tte monks of San Miniato had taken care of him aS kng „^ 
Z . if r^- "**"' ^"^ ^^ '"tched in vain for the mfe" ho 
was to help him, and had begun to think that she was de Jof 

in ^l *"""!•«'' ^« had been unable to conceive any way 
ZJ t Tf '«°8eance could satisfy itself through hU 
arm. H,s knife was gone, and he was t^ feeble in b^y to 
win another by work, too feeble in mind, even if hrhThad 
a«. knife, to contrive that it should se^ve its one p™ 
He wasashattered, bewUdered, lonelyoldman, yet hed^^ 
to live: he waited for something of which he had no di^rt 
viBion-something dim, formlesslthat startled Urn Ld^e 
stoong pulsations within him, like that unknown Si^wh^h 
^ ried'ur R^H "'"'' 'T"'"^' «»°"8h no voice frlnS 

orenrit in th« r,:!'^''^'* *° "^«i and therefore he 

crept out in the gray light, and seated himseU in the lona 
P^a^s, and watched the waters that had a fai^t'ro^if 

MeanwhUe the Compagnacci were busy at their work. The 


WAirmo BT TM RIVEB. „y 

nona, had parted into trj2r^„'!tth"'°* "°"°'^« ^'^ 
their way by different roads Wd ft^? '""'T' "">^8 
n>M8 waa making for the V„^I^\ *" ■^"°- The smaUer 

month to month aa a eipj Ij fTl ""^^ ^""l P^^^d from 
«tude knew that he wfTtoi^ * "iv^.''^'"^ man of the mul- 

streams of rabble had a Mrfeot nn? *« '««der8 of the two 


bed; hehadnotblibe/rt'"'.r'''" "'"^P-S "or in 

to quit Florence had b^L^JS^t-th"""- ^''°'' """'^ 
Tious day : investigations woSdTT ^ * ""^"^ °* **« P™' 
be made to Wmdela^^ng hSf!^"" 'bieh appeals mi^ht 
had an uneasy sense that th«e tr^' ""* ^ "^ "^^'V h« 
prospered and waxed strong bnlT, ^f"' ^"^''bood had 
1«^ Fear. He no lon^ wire vif ^ "v"^*^ ""e twin 
afraid of Baldassane; ^t IZ ^^ '™°'' ^^ ""^ "o longer 
aspirit had risen-the UL^'.?^" "'t^atdead f^ 
-ho^ld not be safe tiU he w^^^out olf^h"* i"^' ^^ ^-^t h" 
enoe; and now he was rLI^to ' M " ^'""^ *"^'''<J ^1<»- 
|i«. house to the new tenant^ Ws^or^^/", *° '*'"^^" °P 
mg him in San Gallo; Tes«^ ^l t^u^ '^^'^ '«" await- 
for the night in the C^ ^^^de "^'j'^" bad been lodged 
dressed in readiness to m^t tte l,!f ^"^ !^^ '""^d be 
desoended the stone ^TirZ\T '^^ i°^^i^- He 
through the greatXr^^^nn^?^ ^^ "onrtyard, he paswd 

briUiant.sofSe^^„r,*^«,'r' '^'"»' ^"* "-"^ 
and made the mistake rf f^t. , "* ''"**"*^ that hiu^ 
mistake was remedle^^l''t:oMi^''''*^«°«°b. ^ 
"oon to be far behind him ''*^ """ """' °ff. «"d wa. 

He turned with rapid sto- --»= - ■ 

r ■• 



intending to pu« over the Ponte KnbMonte; bat m lie went 
•long certain ioand< oame npon Us ears that made him4aim 
round and walk yet more quickly in the opposite direction. 
Was the mob coming into Oltramo? It waa a vexation, for 
he would have preferred the more private road. He mntt 
now go by the Ponte Veochio; and unpleasant sensations 
made him draw his mantle close round him, and walk at his 
utmost speed. There was no one to see him ia that gray twi- 
light. But before he reached the end of the Via de' aidi, 
like sounds fell on his ear again, and this time they were much 
louder uid nearer. Could he have been deceived before? 
The mob must be coming over the Ponte Vecohio. Again he 
turned, from an impulse of fear that was stronger than refleo- 
taon; but it was only to be assured that the mob was aotnaUy 
entering the street f rota the opposite end. He chose not to 
go back to his house: after aU they would not attack him 
Still, he had some valuables about him; and all things except 
reason and order are possible with a mob. But necessity 
does the wcrk of courage. He went on toward the Ponte 
Veoohio, the rush and the trampling and the confused voices 
getting so loud before him that he had ceased to hear them 

For he had reached the end of the street, and the crowd 
pounng from the bridge met him at the turning and hemmed 
in his way. He had not time to wonder at a sudden shout 
before he felt himself surrounded, not, in the first instance, 
by an unarmed rabble, but by armed Compagnaooi- the next 
sensation was that his cap fell off, and that he was thrust vio- 
lently forward amongst the rabble, along the narrow passage 
of the bridge. Then he distinguished the shouts, " Piagnone 1 
Medicean I Piagnone I Throw him over the bridge I •' 

HU mantle was being torn ,^ him with strong pulls that 
would have throtUed him if the fibula had not given way 
Then his soarsella was snatched at; but all the while he was 
being hustled and dragged; and the snatch failed— his scar- 
sella still hung at his side. Shouting, yelling, half motiveless 
execration rang stunningly in his ears, spreading even amongst 
those who htd not yet seen him, and only knew there was a 
man to be reviled. Tito's horrible dread was that he should 



one hope fo, hu- ^^,^^ Zv *°„w °i *" bndge. There wu 
lu«l wounded h^ Tl^Z X '^l! *"° "'« "x'"" ^V 
whole soul wa«.teor^i^w' T'^ ""* "* »^i ««i h^ 
^, Vea-they u-Titl^f jj^:.''''''.^''^ -d it. obveree terror. 
WoodleM face and eyes duTtZ'hJn^", ".""""'* '^"°' '''«' 
inspirations that come in «7^ ^ ""^ ' **« self-preserving 
•te eirort he jZ^^Z !f *"T/l'. ^"^ * ""•'^«' <!««?«' 
««r,ella forwardTtS ali? J^^.^ -dflnngbeltLd 
I»«pet. crying in . ringing S -1 •'*°' "S^' "'"' 

In flT- "^ '^^""dsl there ig'goldl" 

with a desperate lir^dthe^! ?""' ^""""""^ «>« Parapet 

with ;««.^pif L^tetrrrtrr^r'^-^w^ 

his strong priLTTi fk ^"'^ °"* "''^ «" «»e energy^ 

onlyswi^^CndrptrXcaSTh ''-•,«'•• -« 
remote part of the city 2d^^^^^ °"«^* '""d in a 
w« stiU before hL^k^d'^tt^.f^f T"" v^"" ^»"°- I""" 
lowing on the bridge tht~ wo„U v T^ ''"'°*^« ""^ •»!- 

They did thinkT P^!°" "if'' '" '''" "^^'^^d. 
.tre«n: they could^-ot ^7^1 ?» t" '"^^"^'»'8 '''"''"k 
the fl^^ting hair. and;hr.ri"f^;Ii7-« ""^^^ "^ 

riX t^aSfrth^ S ^^ f -^^'°-5 

agate-likeeyes. Onward thtfo^'' ^^ """ ^°°« 1"**^™ 

withinflatiquiver^g^lsMs witJte?.*"' '"' °""""'*' 
on the temples. One brid™ „U ^ ""* ^™°* distended 
Trinit4. Should he risk wT P"^^-"-* bridge of Santa 
strength? No. He ht S or^r' ^^^'^'^ '^"''* *° "» 
cries pursuing him. S ore J^ v '" ^'""'^ y«"» ""d 
ofhisfellow-men: he w™ C",!'^ "°''* *«>"> the side 
'ess a&aid of indefinite chanoea, 



■nd ha twun on, putting and ttndning. He wm not m irMh 
M he would have been ii he had paiaed the night in sleep. 

Yet the next bridge-thela«tbridge-wa» pawed. Hewu 
oonsoious of iti but in the tumult of hii blood, he ooold only 
feel Taguely that be waa safe and might land. But where? 
The current was having its way with him: he hardly knew 
where he was: exhaustion waa bringing on the dreamy state 
that precedes unconsciousness. 

But now there were eyes that discerned him— aged eye^ 
strong for the distance. Baldassarre, looking up blankly from 
the search in the runlet that brought him nothing, had seen a 
white object coming along the broader stream. Could that be 
any fortunate chance for Aim ? He looked and looked till the 
object gathered form : then he leaned forward with a start as 
he sat MQong the rank green stems, and his ^es seemed to 
be flU^ with a new light. Yet he only watched— motion- 
less. Something was being brought to him. 

The next instant a man's body was cast violently on the 
fpw two yards from him, and he started forward like a pan- 
ther, clutching the velvet tunic as he fell forward on the body 
and flashed a look in the man's face. 

Dead— was he dead? The eyes were rigid. But no, it 
could not be— Justice had brought him. Men looked dead 
sometimes, and yet the life came back into them. Baldas- 
sarre did not feel feeble in that moment He knew just what 
he could do. He got his large fingers within the neck of the 
tunic and held him there, kneeling on one knee beside the 
body and watching the face. There was a fierce hope in his 
heart, but it was mixed with trembling. In his eyee there 
was only fierceness: aU the slow-burning remnant of life 
withm him seemed to have leaped into flame. 

Eigid— rigid still. Those eyes with the half-faUen Uds 
were locked against vengeance. Could it be that he was dead? 
ThMe was nothing to measure the time : it seemed long enough 
for hope to freeze into despair. 

Surely at last the eyelids were quivering: the eyes were no 
longer rigid. There waa a vibrating light in them: they 
opened wide. 
" Ah, yes I You see me— you know me I " 

\ ww'j^mi^i' 

WAirmo BT TBI mvra. «, 

gloom with the face of the hiH^„. . v '^''' ""^ ""'■ "h"! 
erer. * """ ''"^~'" P«' I'Mging over hUn for- 

But now BaldasMrre-i only dread ,• . 

"hould escape him. He nr«J3i. ■ ^ . "" y"""* "™b« 

round thro«r«nd knelt u™T7l. i* ^"""•» '«^»t tke 

Again he kept his watch on the face Ar,A -i. .v 
were rigid again, he dared not ta^sTSem hJ m* '^- 
lose his hold tUl some on« L™. j f ' "* ''°"''* »«»« 
would send «.me wiW^dTen T^T^ """""■ J««- 
ohire that he had kiUerSi.?tl^!" ^ Baldassarre, would de- 

would be content with tt^ .^„^. J^'° '""'' ^^ **«" he 
he would desire to^^ ^^t^tf ^tt^'i '"' earth-then 

th^^itortohellti^rm&rtcThtS' ""' ^°"°'' 
«>^/ th°r^,'':^lrtf sti^ ^n' ^ ^-"" ««-* the 
light got string S^t'';„^°«^*?« aeeming death, t<ll the 

oa the body, stiU clutohi^^the „Sc ."f r^*; •^''' »'" "* 
hours went on, and no wibiZn^^. L * *"""'• ^"' <*• 
offthetwohu;anb^ii;'^''nK- ,1° "'*" <*'»'^«d far 

I will confess I" " "'yog out in hu agony. 

It was not untU the sun was westwurf th.* . 
bj a mild gray ox came to th^X oUh*^ '"*°" ''""^ 
as the man who led it was Wnfn»\ *!?'"^ °'"«^' "'<' 
rtones that lay heaped L^L^i t r""",' "P t^« '"""d 
teoted some starUing object aT™^ ^f"^' ""j"- 
fallen forward and his de»A^J^ * *»*^ ""»" had 

the other. It wis not T.o».thl ! "" °" *^'' ^""'ent of 
better to put Mem i!t^ th, '° "'P^** *^<""- "V. ** wae 
were into Ae g^t P^^ fK ?*°'L"''' "^ them as they 
Eight. "^ ^"^ "■"* '"""'«' "-ight be Riven to tS 




A» tha WHoa ratand tha fMqamM itnct* thmwM* 

growing crowd Moorting it with ita atruga biudan. Kp ana- 
knaw tha bodiaa for a long whUe, for tha agad tmo» hul &Uan 
forward, half hiding tha yoonger. Bat bafbra thaj had baan 
morad out of light, they had been reoognixad. 

" I know that old man, " Piero di Coaimo had taatiflad. « I 
painted hia likeneaa onee. Ha ia tha prlionar who olatehad 
Halama on tha atepa of the Duomo." 

" Ha ia parhapa tha aama old man who appeared at inppar 
in my garden*,'' aaid Bernardo Buoellai, one of the Eight 
" I had forgotten him. I thought he had died in priaon. But 
there ia no knowing tha truth now." 

Who ahall put hia finger on the work of juatioe, and aay, " It 
is there"? Justice ia like the Kingdom of God— it is not 
without ua aa a fact, it U within us aa a great yearning. 

boxola's WAXoro. 

RoMOLA in her boat passed from dreaming into long deep 
sleep, and then again from deep sleep into busy dreaming, tiU 
at last aha felt herself stretching out her arms in tha court of 
the BargeUo, when the flickering flames of tha tapers seemed 
to get stronger and stronger till the dark scene was blotted 
out with light Her eyes opened and she saw it was the light 
ot morning. Her boat waa lying still in a Uttle creek ; on her 
right hand lay the specklesa sapphire-blue of the Mediter- 
ranean; onherleftoneof thoae scenes which were and still 
Me repeated again and again like a sweet rhythm, on the 
shores of that loveliest sea. 

In a deep oniTe of the mountains lay a breadth of green 
land, curtained by gentle tree-shadowed slopes leaning toward 
tte rooky heights. Up these slopes might be seen here and 
Uiere, gleammg between the tree-tops, a pathway leading to a 
Uttle irregular miss of buUding that seemed to have clambered 
in a hasty way up the mountain-side, and taken a difficult 

d«wy ,h«law. No •ound !!!!! "'^ """""i »» 'l*' l»y in 
wtor. .wmed to C ^CTr.*""^ "" '"''°«" >^S 

early waking, momenta wC^^- ""? "*'> ^ •^' " ^ '" ^^' 

•Biftmg pa.t US .^J"rrT'' *"'««""<iL',, :i„ 
Bwgrilo, „d thTthe JtZn d^' "'"'/."'' '"•'"' « «"• 
w<Jly oome back to h„ For \ ^! °' '"" «^'""'°'l tad 
wa. nntroubledj .he did not Ln f..""l ?' *"•• "" ""'^"n 
her. forever, .h. on!y felt ttatlh ""fi"**' "he oo„M rest 
dUtinotly o«;«,iou. ttat ih^wa,'^:";^ -..^^ '^^ ^>^' 
been b«tting her overtte wlt^r. aj^^^J" *u "f" ''^'''' »"«» 
rtead of bringing her to dLu. ?f i, i !^'°"«^ **«' "'e'^'- In- 
o«dleof.3fife I'd^' '^»„<i^^« "'« gently lullin, 

wu glad that themomb^h^ oomi to h "''!""« '''^P'^' «*« 
that she was resting iwh.#T^" *«*"'= glad to think 

ttennknownrlSsoMith^'^w/T"'''* ""^" *»"« i» 
eonnd from FloSnoe would ««nhr^ "5!',"°* ""* '"'™? No 
t^bW, f«.mb.htrfte'S„''ra.e w"^^"""^'"" '« 
and towers and walls, parted by? ri™, T ^T'"* '^'»"'» 
green hills. '^^ ^ * "^*" ""^ enclosed by the 

wiSgXS^i'a^rS^? ^^rf r "'' - '''« •»•*. 

themselves alon;? with th- „ • ^'^ °* ""'"Sbto that urged 
carried her. ^v 1?' 7^~^ ^'' *" «"> boat hS 

nook where therU^^Srslh' "",/ ''''«''«'<^ 
her. For a little while. atCrih? •^° '^°'^'* ""^ barm 
on nothing. Presently she w"uldi Z^^' '''' '^^ """l^e 
-.Uk, and then ^. wo^nlJn^r t-thrg^-^-J - 




that there wm a pause in her life. She tnmed to watch th« 
oresoent-shaped valley, that she might get back the soothing 
sense of peace and beauty which she had felt in her firat 

She had not been in this attitnde of contemplation more 
than a few minutes when across the stillness there came a 
piercing cry; not a brief cry, but continuous and more and 
more intense. Eomola felt sure it was the cry of a little child 
in distress that no one came to help. She started up and put 
one foot on the side of the boat ready to leap on to the beach j 
but she paused there aad listened: the mother of the child 
must be near, the cry must soon cease. But it went on, and 
drew Eomola so irresistibly, seeming the more piteous to her 
for the sense of peac9 which had preceded it, that she jumped 
on to the beach and walked many paxes before she knew what 
direction she would take. The cry, she thoughj^ came from 
some rough garden growth many yards on her right hand, 
where she saw a half-ruined hovel. She climbed over a low 
broken stone fence, and made her way across patohes of weedy, 
green crops and ripe but neglected com. The cry grew plainer, 
and convinced that she was right she hastened toward the 
hovel; but even in that hurried walk she felt an oppressive 
change in the air as she left the sea behind. Was there some 
taint lurking amongst the green lu:nriance that had seemed 
such an inviting shelter from the heat of the coming day? 
She could see the opening into the hovel now, and the ciy was 
darting through her like a pain. The next moment her foot 
was within the doorway, but the sight she beheld in the som- 
bre light arrested her with a shock of awe and horror. On 
the straw, with which the floor was scattered, lay three dead 
t jdies, one of a tall man, one of a girl about eight years old, 
and one of a young woman whose long black hair was being 
clutched and pulled by a living child— the child that was send- 
ing forth the piercing cry. Bomola's experience in the haunts 
of death and disease made thought and action prompt: she 
lifted the little living child, and in trying to soothe it on her 
bosom, still bent to look at the bodies and see if they were 
really dead. The strongly marked type of race in their fea- 
tures, and th jir peculiar garb, made her conjecture that they 


^-"^^^SZ^^C/IZV'". "^ P-^P- been put 
the« property remained «« ^re^^Z^ ^""^ *» ^^'^ 
Pening oontinuaUy to Jews ^^n j I^ *^8» "we hap- 

■ea, and the oruelty of au«,r.«f • *^ "'™''* **e™ *«»>» the 

Sn?rhTp,rrd35';se'r '^"^^^'^^^^^^^ 

This <ioubt rem^llt,':^,"'"? « '" '^^'^ ^^■'^ 
emaoi^ed and alao ahow^'T.^i^.f ^ T^ "•<» K^^^ I°oked 
woman seemed to haTeleTh°.!,^^'°«'r"^°"8 dead, the 
the robustness of her foL B^ l""*^ '""' °°* «"*« lost 
% her hand on the C7' but ? l"* ,^'*'^»' '-« about to 
low woollen draper^ 2? W "''• l"*^-^ ^'> P^^o of yel? 
purple spots whaTmSL LT",.""' '"'"»■' ''^'' ""-t^e 
itruok her that if t^^Q^LT^,^^'-^''^- Then it 
jnore difficulty than ehe iTe"p^ ^^"^ ■*" »i8ht have 
them, they wo,Ud perhaps shrSK T *""?■« ^"'P *""» 
her arms. But she had moneTto nff *^'* ^^ *^* "WW in 
»ot refa«, to give her ~re g^f^S^""'.""* "^^ ^'^^ 

She set out at once toward tt« J?. "» ezohange for it 
with the effort to sooaI^e1itae^\^" '^^^ '"l«d"ow 
wondering how she should win l^l^i,""**"™' '^ with 
to It. She could not help hoping HtfSt "°""^ '"^<!°°^ 
h«d observed herself to insni^ wi,V !' "* * ''"*»^ »'« »he 
and unexpected, in her ^^tZ 'a^T''^ "»l«own 
a breadth of cultivated eromid .h. L ^ *^* P««««d across 
htUe patohes of corn mS'wS T^ ''** '""*«'- ^ 
left to over-ripeness nnSed bf t?„V m"' ""P" ^""^ ^een 
apples and dark figs W S„ „ the «okle, and that golden 

fat. The stillness began to W« .~''' "<' ^^oep, or 

Bomola, she hurried^„g*°towr«~^«thmg fearful in it to 
houses where there would if tte".^! "''°''""'* <='»»*«' of 
1^ of the helpless lif e she^rf^^ k^'*" *" "PP'*' *° o» be- 
P>oked up two figs, and bit 1M« "* ''""""'■ »»* «he h«i 
to still the chUd Witt '"^'' P'""" ^-^ the sweet pnj 

«l.e entered b^een two line. Of dwellings. Xt was time 



that TillageiB shQuld haTe been atiiring long ago, but no^ a 
loul was in sight. The air was beooming more aiA more 
oppressive, laden, it seemed, with some horrible impurity. 
There was a door open; she looked in, and saw grim empti- 
ness. Another open door; and throngh that she saw a man 
lying dead with all his garments on, his head lying athwart 
a spade handle, and an earthenware erase in his hand, as if 
he had fallen suddenly. 

Bomola felt horror taking possession of her. Was she in a 
village of the unburied dead? She wanted to listen if there 
were any faint sound, but the child cried out afresh when 
she ceased to feed it, and the cry filled her ears. At last she 
saw a figure crawling slowly out of a house, and soon sink- 
ing back in a sitting posture against the wall. She hastened 
toward the figure; it was a young woman in fevered anguish, 
and she, too, held a pitcher in her hand. As Bomola ap- 
proached her she did not start; the one need was too absorb- 
ing for any other idea to impress itself on her. 
" Water 1 get me water ! " she said, with a moaning utterance. 
Bomola stooped to take the pitcher, and said gently in her 
ear, " You shall have water; can you point toward the well? " 
The hand was lifted toward tiie more distant end of the 
little street, and Bomola set off at once with as much speed as 
she could use under the difficulty of carrying the pitcher as 
well as feeding the child. But the little one was getting more 
content as the morsels of sweet pulp were repeated, and ceased 
to distress her with its cry, so that she could give a less dis- j 
tracted attention to the objects around her. 

The well lay twenty yards or more beyond the end of the 
street, and as Bomola was approaching it her eyes were di- 
rected to the opposite grern slope immediately below the 
church. High up, on a patch of grass between the trees, she 
had d>>scried a cow and a couple of goats, and she tried to trace 
a line of path that would lead her close to that cheering sight, 
when once she had done her en-and to the well. Occupied in 
this way, she was not aware that she was very near the well, 
and that some one approaching it on the other side had fixed 
a pair of astonished eyes upon her. 

Bomola certainly presented a sight which, at that momeut 

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•nd in that place, could hardlr li.v« k^ 
PauMg and palpitation wK ^'i'^ without some 
^^t alopefth' lonr^ae. of her thl^!!*^ ^'"'"^ » ^o 
• gliding character to her w^d 1^ ^ «T •«""""'' S^^K 
ward and illuminated on tte l.fT ^ ^f ^" """■"« b-ok" 
tk« little oUve bab/orht rthtf " ^^ '^^ ""-^y"' «"! 
Jet-bUck eyes, .he mijht well S^tw ^'*'''"« ""^ '^''> 
aooustomed to swing the censer Sfth„ * ^''"''' °^ fi^*. 
leBs fair and marrellou, t^^ttis ^"'^'^ °* " ^""i"""' 

.ick'\Tt^rH'i?'M^e'"^-<^-*°f''t«h water for the 
who had the pesScf^^ '' "'""•' '° *"^'' "«« <>* «•« peo^ 

thilrfS^tarior'^tter^ltrt^'if '-S'y -ith 
down hi3 vessel in terror LdS ^^ '^''<'y°"th flung 
n»ar her, «iw the blwl LTiw^fi'*- "'''"«' ""'^ °f "ome on! 
toward the slope .hTtTlr^bee^^^ "" '' '°' ^'" W« 
».e.nbering the parched sXerXT^'"!;^"!- ^°' -' 
quickly and hastened back "^ ''«'■ P>*«lif'- 

litering the house to look for a s>i.n 
meat and meal: there we«. n„ .• T^ ""P' *^» "w salt 
With nimble movenlt she ZTl°' Tl"* *° ^^^ <^'«"«8 
and lifted a cup of wlr to Xtuff^r th Z *"! «^°""'' 
and then closed her eyes and W.!S k u ^° ^^"^ ^^^h 
ing to give her«U up tTtte ll " r ?'"''^"'^' «^««'" 
opened her eyss, and Io^i„„ .f p °^ '^'*^- I^'esenUy she 
;; Who are you? » ""» ** ^°""'^' «»i<i languidly,- 

I came over the sbil'' .o;j r> , 
morning. Are .5^thn;,opte dir"" t "^ ""^r came this 

"I think they arr^I^ „^ dead m these houses?" 
father and myTist^' ^1,7"^- '^'" "^ ""' ^ead. My 
bury them: ^d ^^^^ 'rs^fdi:'""""' '"'» ^'"«™ - «o one t^ 

Of ;r '^'«i'rd"rr;Se„„rr """"^ *° <»^« - 

th-" must be some left who'^^rm T. '"" '^"''•'- «"* 

i-ople went ^Siy, 2'drfv: TIT ""'V '"^' ""-^ 
me more waterl » °* *** *~^* and goats. Give 

■"^ ROHOLA. 

Bomola, su8pe<M:mg that if she foUowed the direetion of «• 
youth's flight, she should find some men and women who were 
still healthy and able, determined to seek them out at once, 
that she might at least win them to take care of the child, and 
leave her free to come back and see how many living needed 
help, and how many dead needed burial. She trusted to her 
powers of persuasion to conquer the aid of the timorous, when 
once she knew what was to be done. 

Promising the sick woman to come back to her, she lifted 
the dark bantling again, and set off toward the slope. She 
felt no burden of choice on her now, no longing for death. 
She was thinking how she would go to the other sufferers, as 
■he had gone to that fevered woman. 

But, with the child on her arm, it was not so easy to her as 
usual to walk up a slope, and it seemed a long while before 
the wmding path took her near the cow and the goats. She 
was beginning herself to feel faint from heat, hunger, and 
thirst, anil as she reached a double turning, she paused to con- 
sider whether she would not wait near the cow, which some 
one was likely to come and milk soon, rather than toU up to 
the church before she had taken any rest. Baising her eyes 
to measure the steep distance, she saw peeping between the 
boughs, not more than five yards off, a broad round face, 
watohmg her attentively, and lower down the black skirt of a 
pnest s garment, and a hand grasping a bucket. She stood 
mutely observing, and the face, too, remained motionless. 
Bomola had often witnessed the overpowering force of dread 
in oases of pestilence, and she was cautious. 

Raising her voice in a tone of gentie pleading, she said, " I 
came over the sea. I am hungry, and so is the child. Will 
you not give us some milk? " 

Bomola had divined part of the truth, but she had not di- 
vined that preoccupation of the priest's mind which charged 
her words with a strange significance. Only a little whUe ago, 
the young acolyte had brought word to the Padre that he had 
seen the Holy Mother with the Babe, fetching water for the 
sick : she was as tall as the cypresses, and had a light about 
her head, and she looked up at the church. The pievaao* hud 
' Jf ariiib priest. 



not iMtened with entire beUrf . ),„.,.,. 
year, ia the world without W,/«n -^ ""'"' *^'« «% 
and he thought the boy m^BhiZ! '"y.''«»°° <* the MadonnZ 
Pected appearance ofT^SerlnTT?"'^ *^' ""«■ 
««y. and before veutu^gToom. d„t '*^'"^° ""^^ »"- 
he had repeated many Avi tC ^^ " ?"'* '^^ ^'o "ow, 
mented tin, a little: he ti^Lmb J at ^T". ? ~'""'''«"=« *°'- 
toembled at the thought of tte m?M^ P™blence, but he ako 
that that Invisible Uercy^Z^tit'^^ ^°^'"- "<»'«'»«» 
h^ than prayera and ^sZ^ r^T r""""^? "-o™ «* 
able to banish the ima7el^a h/\ J' "**** °* aind-un- 
with tte glo,7 about hefteS^t'^^th^'^- T^^ °^ ">« Mother 
oofflo down to milk his cow and h-^ !.'^^~*^'' P'"^"'" had 
BomoU pau«ng at the p^ w^J h"1 ''?'^..'""'«^* "K''* "^ 
their strange refinement oftonlL ^ ^l"-'^'"* ^"''^''' ^'th 
explanatory, had a pretemat^p^t^irr^"""*^ °^ l««8 
not qmte believe he saw the hX Mott °' t"^' ^«' J'* ^^ 
Jrf alarmed hesitation. If «,yZ^™^ ■,'"' ""^ " « "tate 
""ft he felt there was no st^nf™* miraculous were happen- 

would be in his favo^. He^ed^^r^*'"" """ «"" '^^^ 
advance. "* '^^d »<« run away; he dared not 

^eL'XrrdlyniSSh^'*^""- "^-tf«.. 

A moment •fterfth?'b4^;J',^<^- "^"^ «'' ^-^ 

figure of a thick-set priest «4^rr^' ""*<*« complete 

W«>k frock much wornrdso^S.L^'^ 1"^^" ^""^ ^s 
mg at her timidly and »f ill t • ^' ''""^^t in hand, look- 
toward the cow i^" sale """^ ^°°^ " J"*" t*'" th; ^l 

J^omoU followed him and wftt^t,.-? u- 
apun, a. he seated himself LTZ^.y"^. '?'''°"t speaking 
whenheluuinervousIyT^^r t^ *^"'«"<1 =°''. and! 
l««s cup he carried Ji^C^^^I'^ f" '' *° »"«' in a 
the cup to the lips of the ° ^ child 1" i" *°"'°''' P«t 
some milk herself, the Pa^ll ^J ^^ afterward drank 
-rtool with a timidity that ctnS [^ .>,^" f ""^ ^ ^"•"i™ 
n»ogni2ed the Hebrew baby h« J "'"'*^' " "'"«• He 
-mbstantial woman before Wm bulrh;"''"" *''' ''^ ^"^ * 

'^'^'^°"""*"*""^-'«>«t things' we^X't 



«liange with him. HoraoTer, that Hebraw bab* wm turiUV 
asaooiated with the dmd of pestilence. 

Nevertheless, when Komola smiled at the little one saeking 
it« own milky lips, and stretched out the brass cup again, aar- 
ing, "Give us more, good father," he obeyed leaa nerroualT 
than before. ^^ 

Romola on her side was not nnobserrant; and when th« 
second supply of milk had been drunk, she looked down at 
the round-headed man, and said with mild decision,— 

"And now teU me, father, how this pestilence came, and 
why you let your people die without the Sacramento, and lie 
unburied. For I am come over the sea to help those who ai« 
left alive— and you, too, will help them now." 

He told her the stt)ry of the pestilence : and while he was 
telling it, the youth, who had fled before, had come peeping 
and advancing graduaUy, till at last he stood and watched the 
scene from behind a neighboring bush. 

Three families of Jews, twenty sonls in all, had been put 
ashore many weeks ago, some of them already ill of the pesti- 
lence. The vilUgers, said the priest, had of course refused to 
give shelter to the miscreants, otherwise than in a distant 
hovel, and under heaps of straw. But when the strangers 
had died of the plague, and some of the people had thrown the 
bodies into the sea, the sea had brought them back again 
in a great storm, and everybody was smitten with terror. A 
grave was dug, and the bodies were buried; but then the pes- 
tilence attacked the Christians, and the greater number of the 
villagers went away over the mountain, driving away their 
few cattle, and carrying provisions. The priest had not fled; 
he had stayed and prayed for the people, and he had prevailed 
on the youth Jacopo to stay with him; but he confessed that 
a mortal terror of the plague had taken hold of him, aod he 
had not dared to go down into the valley. 

"Ton will fear no longer, father," said Komola, in a tone 
of encouraging authority; "you will come down with me, and 
we will see who is living, and we will look for the dead to 
bury them. I have walked for months where the pestilence 
was, and see, I am strong. Jacopo will come with us," she 
added, motioaiiig to the peeping iad, who oaue slowly ftom 


I am tiwd. " ^ ' yo"' "ffls are stWg, Ld 

them to obey. The suspioMat IT ^ '^''•°*'* '""'"8 
form wa. di8Bip,ted, but tZr m?„H .T " »»P«""»t«nJ 

the more effeot^re wnse thatrJ ""'! *"^ '»''t««d ^i* 

%^ rwT ''•«-- ~d ^hL^- •>«''« -'- 

-if Jy^Lin^^o- tJ-e -ilk,", aid RomoK "and 

we., hardly n.o«, th^ u~ajte"iL° ^'^ tl^'' T^erf 
aU of the» were oomfo^™ ti'JU ' "^"^^ ^'^^''^■- ^' 
were buried. ' °"*' ''«" "*^«d. and the dead 

smiled at her as thJ^J^t ^'^ ^«^ *^ the women 
to the well, and ZhTbI ttv^*"" "**" °" «•"' l'<«^ 
Christian, Ben«i«t^ by nZe. hJ .!- *°"'''°« *^bling 
ohuroh on themoTtak-sWr^B^tT^^ '"P*^^"' « thf 
waa 8uifering from the &tile 11 \' ^"^ *™'' "'»« h«"elf 
after a contiguous sZnoZlTLl'^Z''' 'i^^ """"^ «»""> 
f« her dwelling one^h A ^^ ^^^- ^he had taken 

"tandingalittlf ZfS^"^"»-;^<ioned by their ow^™ 

thick heap of clean s^n a VJi^ ''^'**' '^^ ^^'^ <>" a 
not dre«n of do^s^foU tlad^T ?!f *"' """"' ''h" ^o 
the daylight hours, tZn cl^of -^ =*'» *'"""«'' "'<»t of 
drtto by a womaTwho^ thn„ !•> ^v^'* "'" «ttle Bene- 

E^ery day the pIZ*^ /"'"''""'"' ^<^ widowed, 
'iving'^vill^rs Sfd'Xfr vSTti^ ^^"^ "<^'' °^ - 
Messed Lady, and to bring her^ Lf L?"**" *" »** ^' 
honey, fresh cakes eem =n!i , best as an offering- 

oould none of them foTt a stht r^- n" ""^ " "kJ-* *h«y 
age-how the sweet SJJ^X^'^ ^- '?''* °^ '" '^'^ "« 
K"iden ha.r, and her brown "e^es th^^ ^ ^^^ fT^ 



l»y WSM7 with her Ubon after she had been Mnt over the m« 
to heJptiieni m their extremity, and how the qneer little blaok 
Benedetto used to crawl aboat the itraw by her aide and want 
eye^hing that was brought to her, and ahe always gave him 
a b.t of what she took, and told them if they loved her thev 
most be good to Benedetto. ' 

Many legend! were afterward told in that valley about the 
blessed Lady who came over the sea, but th<7 were legends 
by which aU who heard might know that in times goneW a 
woman had done beautiful loving deeds there, resouing those 
who were ready to perish. 



Ik those silent wintry hours when Bomola lay resting fiom 
her weariness, her mind, travelling back over the past, and 
gaang across the undefined distance of the future, saw .2l ob- 
jects from a new position. Her experience since the moment 
^her waking in the boat had come to her with as strong an 
effect as tiiat of the fresh seal on the dissolving wax. She 
had felt herself without bonds, without motive; sinking in 
mere egoistio complaining that life could bring her nocMitent- 
fMlmg a right t; say, «I am tired of life, I want to die •' 
mt thought had sobbed within her as she fell asleep, bit 
from the moment after her waking when the cry had drawn 
her, she had not even reflected, as she used to do in Florence, 
that she was glad to live because she could lighten sorrow— she 
had simply lived, with so energetic an impulse to share the 
life ground her, to answer the call of need and do the work 
which cned iiloud to be done, that the reasons for living, en- 
during, laboring, never took the form of argument 

The experience was like a new baptism to Bomola. In 
Morence the simpler relations of the human being to his fel- 
low-men had been complicated for her with all the special ties 
of marnage, the State, and religious discipleship, and when 
these had disappointed her trust, the «h<y* ss«s£4 p. jj^..^ 



•Mkan bar aloof from lif. md .f«„-«j u 
BOW ri,, «id, "It w« me«^;^^ t" ?".'**''• »»* 
I* eretrthinB elm i. H»,vL^??^ w me to desire death. 

« only the trui. ^Wh£ tT, " SJh'""'-'"' "■* '»'«"' ^ 
stretch it out to the fZiin» ^*^ ""» my arm I will 
tJ..y .hall seekthe foS^.; ''"^" "" '"'^^ visits my eye. 

woSin^"is*^;r;i°:;::jd'onrL'r"^"- «« 

were disenmuMd frnm tk , ?' ""^ '''« emotions that 

™ri.ed bacK Se^old deeTSLirl'" '^'^ """"-^ ^' 
That rare possibUitjr of .elStemTaSn wWcT** ''*~«™- 
complete severance from our w3w^ I"]"!'' '*!"!'' *" »°y 
«rif as she had never done before fhf ^" J'"^8e her- 

ioaeparable from a sympatte^LT.; \^";P'"""'°" '"«'' « 
«ble experience of oZs Cn ^ fi^^-lj: '^^^ *» the pos- 

force. Shequestionedth^Staeslof Woi" '^*!' ^"^« 
her own deeds : she had hJn » A ^° oonolnsions, of 

fied that outers were nott^ir!!:",*' tV <""»«- 
not been true to what her^ T?* ' ^^^ "^« ''«"«" tad 

She began to •rnl^'hXurrT^r''" *'■•'•'-*• 
««ily self-care, thHro^d. on .v^^' "^'^ '^° '«"'- 
taken her back ' were C^fdrper^t r"""""; ""^ "'"«' 
had for her second flight lC^„T, v^ «^°"»^ »i« l»d 
others and not fed, above Ith.T. ^' '^' ^''^ '"^ <>' 

But then eam7'rei"'i^r?„tH°' {?''-'««»'? 
memory of her life with Tito^ Vk f f'^Pwaeh. The 
their real union i4"8ible.wh?f«^i! °°°'^'^°'''' ''''''* "»de 

P««la«,toffalse7aZon W Itr;'*'"''^ """"" -' 
concealment and -anctiolTof wh^t wl ."^'".'""^ '^^ 
told her that flight had bZ w , ™'°^ "™"«i *">"». 
except such as ^ deUve^* T\ ™'°"""'- ^11 mindZ 
bUit^, must teTu^it to t^r/°"^ '^ *''^''^» °f »««*■ 

m;«>y-twistedconS«^f S^'CeTb^jr"';^ f "" '^^ 
of a bond. For in striotoM. tL • *°'''"^f «° tbe fulfilment 

the presence of Z^T^^ '^Z!,IT «P'r?»°' '«>"*■'»"' = 
of the old LiiTh,.Z TT "°* "•^'••fy the failure and breach 

and untif the wrd":rou1rrr^?L!!-^l" •»- -imed' 
«»» backward, doubting glauMs. ' '' ■"•""'""°* oontinuaUy 



Romol* thiank with drM>d from the ranewtl of hu pm. 
Unity to Tito, and yet sho wu uneMy thit ihe had put J»ar- 
•Jlf out of reach of knowing what wai hit fata-uneaw that 
tha momant might yet oome when he would be in miaen and 
DMd her Thera waa atUl a thread of pain within her, teati- 
fying to tho«) wordf of Pra Oirolamo^ that the could not ceaie 
to be a wife. Could anything utterly ceaae for her that had 
onM mingled itMlf with the current of her heart'a blood? 

Florence, and aU her life there, had oome back to her like 
hunger; her feelings could not go wandering after the poui- 
ble and the T«gue: their living fibre waa fed with the m«m- 
ory of fumhar things. And the thought that ehe had diyidad 
neraelf from them forever became more and more importunate 
ta theao hours that were nnfiUed with action. What if Fra 
QiroUmo had been wrtog? What if the life of Florence waa 
awebofinconsiatenciee? Waa she, then, aomething hioher 
that she should shake the dust from off her feTLd say 
This world IS not good enough for me "f If she had bem 
re^y higher, she would not so easUy have lost all her trust 

Her indignant grief for her godfather had no longer com- 
plete poeseaaion of her, and her aense of debt to Savonarola 
waa recovering predominance. Nothing that had oome. or 
was to come, could do away with the fact that there had been 
agreat aspiration in him which had waked a new life in her 
WHO, in all her experience, could demand the same gratitude 
from her aa he7 His errors-might they not bring calamitiaa7 
She could not rest. She hardly knew whether it was her 
strength returning with the budding leaves that made her 
actave agam or whether it waa her eager longing to get nearer 
if^lorenoe. She did not imagi::e He rself daring to enter Flor- 
ence, but the desire to be near ev^gh to learn what was hap- 
Pjmmg there urged itself with a strength that excluded lOI 
other purposes. ~ »" 

And one Mareh morning the peonle in the valley were gath- 
ered together to aee the blessed Lady depart:. Jacopohad 
fetched a mule for her, and was going with her over the moun- 
♦ ■ .w. "^ ***"• "»• Boing with her to the nearest 
town that he might help her in learning the «ifest way 
by which ahe might get to PUtoja. Her store of trinkato 

"■■TWO AOAW. gjg 

Sir*''' ""'"^•^ ^*^r^.^ .b«.d«t f« h« 

•!>• wiUk^l Song tha tCI SSl f^K'","""'.* '"' '^ "J"* 

^«ood «„<m « beginning „d^. TmL^,, l"" «"• ""■•» 
Why wiU you go? » ' • "'"P* "^^ »» pJentifal? 

"Do not be itarj, " wid RomoU, '< yon .«, „ii 
sh»n remember you. I mu.t gHnd Z^ "'^' ""^ ^ 

want me." •■• go wa see if my own people 

;; A^ yes, if thqr h,ye the peetilenoet " 

A^St atJ? '*"'»«?«'<> to the Uttle B«,edettoI - 
At last Bomola mounted her mnl. k„«. ^".'"'™*" 

J-^ --mu.'-?et SlSe^i:,- -7^- - 
tinX^rpri:i;'„^j'»\"««-la turned con- 



the^u'?.%S::S;^^S,f^-'- — ith'" 

t«dietory report, reached h~ >i^! fv ^'"'"j'' ^1"" "O"" 
J»d gone on to Prato .^ i*' 'v^°* *^* Trial by Kr«, rf^e 

.houlf'be drarr^ ZZ ft^of*!^' ^ '*«' 

JsrSftL-'tr:^ '^ sprri^ho-LSS, t^gS! 

.confess^. From am .he learned the full ,to^ 


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Savonarola 8 arrest, and of her hruiband'. death. This Augua- 
tmian monk had been in the stream of people who had fol- 
lowed the wagon with its awful burden into the Piazza, and he- 
oould teU her what was generally known in Florence-that 
Tito had escaped from an assaulting mob by leaping into the 
Arno, but had been murdered on the bank W an old man 
who had long had an enmity against him. But Komola un- 
derstood the catastrophe as no one else did. Of SavonaroU 
the monk told her, in that toneof unfavorable prejudice which 
was usual m the Black Brethren (Frati Neri) toward the 
brother who showed white under his black, that he had con- 
fessed himself a deceiver of the people. 

Eomola paused no longer. That evening she was in Flor- 
ence, sitting in agitated silence under the exclamations of iov 
and wailing, mingled with exuberant narrative, which wen 
poured into her ears by Monna Brigida, who had backsUded 
into false hair in Eomola's absence, but now drew it off again 
and declared she would not mind being gray, if her dear ohUd 
would stay with her. 

Eomola was too deeply moved by the main events which 
rfie had known before coming to Florence, to be wrought upon 
by the doubtful gossiping details added in Brigida's narratiVe 
The tragedy of her husband's death, of Fra Girolamo's con- 
fession of duplicity under the coercion of torture, left hw 
hardly any power of apprehending minor circumstances. All 
the mental activity she could exert under that load of awe- 
stricken grief, was absorbed by two purposes which must su- 
persede every other; to try and see Savonarola, and to learn 
what had become of Tessa and the children. 

"Tell me, cousin," she said abrupUy, when Monna Bri- 
gida s tongue had run quite away from troubles into projects 
of Romola's living with her, "has anything been sera or 
said since Tito's death of a young woman with two Uttle 
Brigida started, rounded her eyes, and lifted up her hands 
Cristo I no. What 1 was he so bad as that, my poor childT 
Ah, then, that was why you went away, and left me woid 
only that you went of your own free will. Well, well; if I'd 
known that, I shouldn't have thought you so itiange and 


what it is.' Well tefl n^^'^' ^'^^'•' ^ ''"^' 'tl"»t'8 
fierce, you can't dlu' Butu":™ r^' '*!'''= ^"-^o -- 
truth, that there wm a vo„n!^ ^ ^*'* ""'^ *°''* •"« th.. 
hay7unde«,torit^ irvthi '^ '""* «»'"'1'«". I should 
and the less the l^tT; TW^ .T "' ""^ °* ""? No, 
without that. But^ucettatw^f^,. '"'"«'' °^ '" =''»"* l"™ 
" No> dear oo^in » «!?f p "" ^^ ™'"°» y°» ^e-* " 

nestlyr-prayd^r'tair^' ^^^ ^*«'T"» ''«' «"" 
ttat young 4man anrhor childrTn J^^! f "^^^ *° «°'' 
They are quite hebleas S^t „ ?^ ^ '° *^^^ *"« °f them, 
thing I shLl do first of aU » ^ °^^ '*'''°'" '*' «"* ^ «"> 

loweSK^voS'^L^r'^ ''r««'°» ^"^ '"'"-W- and 
that's bling aPiZo'f TV«;!:! °' ^^"^'^ discomfiture, "if 
Why. IVaSiroCTsL^d jSl^»fP«-/o'Paternosters. 
marry again. Steo in at H.fX-. ^ * ."^""^ ""K''* °ot to 
it seeL,, but come ^o^ tte^L"^"^ " ^^ "^ "^-l " "^ame, 
iWchildren-SantiS» *^ ""^ y°"'™ '«l'»"'e! 

i. i2So?:v^r i";iS°:Si";rr" ^---^^ -'•« 

Earlv tho «<.,* • ^ ™^ you— but not now " 

Tessa; but it was as^e l^Sed ^ "'"' ^"^ """^ ^°-"» 
ol* conjectured that Tito had I^'J,T''\8°°«- Bom- 
Bomespot where he had iZL^L^lT^ J^^^^^ *° 
believe that he would ^iZgljVB^lZ ^' °"^^t ^'^ "°* 
waa a painful conjectureTSse^ T^„*^ °^'*"»'- I* 
enoe, there was hirdly a ch^ee nf fi^^ T" ""* °^ ^'«- 
piotured the childish cLt^'t,!*^! ^^'' «"d Bo^ola 
wayside spot in wonderCTe^X ? "^"^ '"""'"^ at some 
near could tell her nSS^xS tS7. Thosewholived 
away a week ago with her o^^k. ^ ^^^ ^■'» ^^^ gone 



•ensitiyeMM made her shrink from asauming an attitade of 

to'ri^'^Z \7V "' "^T ^' P-Wishing Tea«'. relation 
to Tito, along with her own desire to find her. Many -d-vs 
passed in anxious inaction. Even nnder strong solicitatiM. 
from other thoughts Eomola found her heart palpitating U^ 
caught sight of a pair of round brown legs, o? of ashLt ^! 
man m the oontadina dress. 

«r«^f^ ?,*^ "" '".'""^ "J^^'^y to care for; she yeamedto 
clasp the children and to make them love her. ThU at least 
woiJd be some sweet result, for others as well as herself, from 

II. V?w"''' "'"' ^ * *'^""'' »>"* "'"« distrusted thVcW 
ness of that money, and she had determined to make it aU 
over to the State, except so much as was equal to the price of 
her father's library. This would be enough for the modest 
support of Tessa and the children. But Monna Brigida Zw 
suchplannmg mto the background by clamorously instating 

had seen her safe in Paradise-eU,e why had she persuaded 

people 8 children, she, Momia Brigida, must rear them too 

Only they must be found first. 
Eomola felt the fuU force of the innuendo. But strong feel- 

uig unsatisfied is never without its superstition, either of 
hope or despair. Bomola's waa the su^rstition of hop^ 
somehow she was to find that mother and the children. Mi 
at last another direction for active inquiry sumested itself 
Sue leanied tiiat Tito had provided hors^es iid mulerto^2i 

the gate of San Gallo, and she determmed, though without 
much confidence in the issue, to try and ascertain from 2 
gatekeepers If they had observed any one correspontog to 

^l 1?°"£S°° ti ^"""^ ""'"^ ^" "^"■1"'°' *° hive paLd 
the gates before the morning of the ninth of April. Walkinit 
along the Via San Gallo, and looking watohfully abouT^ef 

that might aid her, she descried Bratti chafiEering with a ona- 

«™TINO AGADT. 575 

aside her veU and oross^ fh«:!. .. ""• ^"* *» «!»« Put 
thi.g hanging froHf <^t» rAt';!?!"'.'"^"''' "»-«- 
W leap with a much sC^^ fo J^' '*»'''" '"^«'' "^e W 

that n^te"'^""'''" "^"^ ""^ "•'"'P^'y' "-I'e" did you get 

ve;''d"iSJ.';tS'„"^'^""^' "^'^'^^o^^ at he. 
"It's a necklace wort^ mo«y ttl ^Lir'^r^V' ""P""- 
n.v heart's too tender for a teiiw's ?Si *"* ''**^'' ''^ '*> ^^ 
It in pledge. " * * ' ^ ™^e promised to keep 

n-^Ses^iTttro'tZe^" "^ ''^-^'" » «*«" --« 

a charity, for sheSaTpXwifcr .';:;'' "" -^"-^ 
she was running into a broA ?f ' "-you'd hare thought 
you. You shaU W it fo^ . fl * •" "/""^' P"«* 1'" change 
hard-hearted." "' " *"'■"' *" I don't like to be 

"Where is she?" miA i?^~_i • . 

unclasping the „eckl^lt"he''bSL?''"i'?"'°°''y' '-^ 
"Outside the gate Hie™ »7!k l*"'J°y''^a8»tation. 



te^irs:^ircw^^o:kS'- iit"^r'"^p'-^«*° 

two children^ who were ph^^S^r^^ „f ^!f^ ^^^ at the 
oovering his head with his Ai^ r/^^°"'"*"""'-I'^<' 
««hten her, then r-pW^t^ia^^to^rhL'shf ^ if 



The door was a little behind Tessa, and she did not turn 
round when it opened, thinking it was only the old woman; 
expectation was no longer alive. Eomola had thrown aside 
her veil and paujed a moment, holding the necklace in sight 
Then she said, in that pure voice that used to cheer her 
father, — 
"Tessa I" 

Tessa started to her feet and looked round. 
"See," said Bomola, clasping the beads on Tessa's neck, 
"Ood has sent me to yon again." 

The poor thing screamed and sobbed, and clung to the arms 
that fastened the necklace. She could not speak. The two 
ohiliren came from their comer, laid hold of their mother's 
skirts, and looked up with wide eyes at Bomola. 

That day they all went home to Monna Brigida's, in the 
Borgo degli Albizzi. Bomola had made known to Tessa by 
gentle degrees that Naldo could never come to her again : not 
because he was cruel, but because he was dead. 

" But be comforted, my Tessa, " said Eomola. « I am come 
to take care of you always. And we have got LiUo and 

Monr<\ Brigida's mouth twitched in the struggle between 
her awo ut Bomola and the desire to speak unseasonably. 

"Let be, for the present," she thought; "but it seeJis to 
me a thousand years till I tell this littie oontadina, who seems 
not to know how many fingers she's got on her hand, who 
Eomola is. And I wiU teU her some day, else she'll never 
know her place. It's all very weU for Bomola;— nobody wUl 
call their souls their own when she's by; but if I'm to have 
this puss-faoed mini living in my house she must be humble 
to me." 

However, Monna Brigida wanted to give the children too 
many sweets for their supper, and confessed to Bomola, the 
last thing before going to bed, that it would be a shame not 
to t ke care of such cherubs. 

" iiut you must give up to me a Uttle, Eomola, about their 
eating, and those things. For you ha.-e never had a baby, 
and I had twins, only they died as soon as th«y were bom." 

B ^ 



taa coirvBsaioir. 

mind had been, wroueht to i^t^ ^*' «^*' "^«<y on her 
u. print of JVa oSo^aSort'Sr' 'f *?^ ^^'''^^"- 
d™wn from him by the sit^ ^,"'*" °^ ">« confessions 
fioned to interrogate him %^_f """t^^e citizens commis- 
»«.ed by order of the sTgnoS hiH^^nV^ "'" ''°«»»><"'t. 
expressions of p„bUo sS^n anH ^ "' ^°^ ""'"' '^^8 
measures were iLnediateNZen^„t'^'T''°'^ **"* «"»« 
tter^werecopiesaooidSy^Sa^^ IT^*'*-. °^ '^"''^ 
by order of the Signon^iT^"^ X'^''^'^'^"' ""* 
readers. ".was soon in the hands of eager 

judge it by some clearer ifrVT?,""'' T^' d-^Wng to 
Bions that were taking tte foL „7 "'!J'°"t'«dictory impres- 
both partisans and Z^L ""'*°°' ^ '^o """"'bs of 


kad produced a owwtenmtion^^ , ° °* P™P^«"« "laims, 
placed as it ultimat^ w« by ^„ ^"'^"""'^ *° ^ "* ""oo <ii«- 
into a positive datuZ, Tt 4^3'°"' J^'"5 ^°" S^*'' 
were in inexplicable o^ntrad^tioTto It • ^°'?t °* ^^ ''""h 
not come from the lips ofXT^ w ^^ *"* « ^im, had 
pen of Ser Ceccone, thafn^tL^^? ^ ''"* *™"' '^'^ ^'^^m 
the digest of the V^^^ %TtuT''' ''° ""^^^ 
that at once threw discredit on th« *l'«™7f e obvious facts 
not the list of sixteen exZ^^nT^^^P™''"^ ^T""^'- Was 
bitterest enemies? Was3rt!.'"*'^*"P°^*be prophet's 
tbenew Eight prematoei;1lSted t"7 ""f" 'P^' '« °' 
IMfainst a man whose ruin LSnJ«™L*° ^°^^ '^' -J'™ 
« power? It was but a muZ- 1'^ T*^ f "^^ '^-^ ?«% 
was being transacted in C d pl^^tf ■"''"'''.'' *'"'' 

^«"aoe. The Signoria had 




naolyed to drive a good baigain with the Pope tnd the Dnke 
of Milan, by extinguishing the man who was as great a molee- 
tation to vicious oitiiens and greedy foreign tyrants a« to a 
corrupt clergy. The Frate had been doomed beforehand, 
and the only question that was pretended to exist now was, 
whether the Republic, in return for a permission to ky a tax 
on eoolesiastioal property, should deliver him alive into the 
hands of the Pope, or whether the Pope should further con- 
cede to the Republic what its dignity demanded— the privilege 
of hanging and burning its own prophet on its own piazza. 

Who, under such oiroumstances, would give full credit to 
this so-called confession? If the Frate had denied his pro- 
phetic gift, the denial had only been wrenched from him by 
the agony of torture— agony that, in his sensitive frame, must 
quickly produce raviiw. What if these wicked examiners de- 
clared that he had only had the torture of the rope and pull^ 
thrice, and only on one day, and that his confessions had been 
made when he was under no bodily coercion- was that to be 
believed? He had been tortured much more ; he had been tor- 
tured in proportion to the distress his confessions had created 
in the hearts of those who loved him. 

Other friends of Savonarola, who were less ardent parti- 
sans, did not doubt the substantial genuineness of the confes- 
sion, however it might have been colored by the transpositions 
and additions of the notary; but they argued indignantiy that 
there was nothing which could warrant a condemnation to 
death, or even to grave punishment. It must be clear to all 
impartial me-' that if this examination represented the only 
eivdence against the Frate, he would die, not for any crime, 
but because he- had made himself inconvenient to the Pope, to 
the rapacious Italian States that wanted to dismember their 
Tuscan neighbor, and to those unworthy citizens who sought 
to gratify their private ambition in opposition to the common 

Not a shadow of political crime had been proved against 
him. Not one stain had been detected on his private conduct : 
his fellow-monks, including one who had formerly been his 
secretary for several years, and who, with more than the aver- 
age culture of his companions, had a disposition to criticise 


fV* Oirolamo's rule aa Prior hni> t-^tj^.-. 

«id poS w^Jlf^*^ " ■" "'•*"«" °'l *« ecclesi«tio.l 
Neyertheless euoh shrewd men were forced to admit th.t 

predetermined aa an aot of nnlinv «,. _ . ^" 

a«in«t a.,™. 1 P°™y> tne measures of the Pone 

:« ^reted'^'ir"' ^"^"^^ *^« S ton^h 

meant, that he would "otSri^r T"""^^ '"'?* ^^ 
Ufe and death struggle bet:^'^;^;^ ^dTe""C? t 

po;"s eisr '^"^ ^^°— Bhor js^eSif s 

Bomola's ears were fflW m this way with the suggestions 


"•• ROMOLA.. 

erf a faith still ardent under its woondi, and the luggeethnw 
of worldly diioeniment, judging things aooording tok a repy 
moderate standard of what is possible to human nature. Slw 
could be satisfied with neither. She brought to her long medi- 
tations over that printed document many painful obserrations, 
registered more or less consciously through the years of her 
discipleship, which whispered a presentiment that Savcmarola'a 
retractation of his prophetic claims wos not merely a spas- 
modic effort to escape from torture. But, n the other hand, 
her soul cried out for some explanation of his lapses which 
would make it still possible for her to believe that the main 
striving of his life had been pure and grand. The recent 
memory of the selfish discontent which had come over her like 
& blighting wind, along with the loss of her trust in the man 
who had been for her an incarnation of the highest motives 
had produced a reaction which is known to many as a sort of 
faith that has sprung up to them out of the very depths of 
their despair. It was impossible, she said now, that the nega- 
tive disbelieving thoughts which had made her soul arid of all 
good, could be founded in the truth of things : impossible that 
It had not been a living spirit, and no hollow pretence, which 
had once breathed in the Frate's words, and kindled a new 
life in her. Whatever falsehood there had been in him 
had been a fall and not a purpose; a gradual entanglement ik 
which he struggled, not a contrivance encouraged by success. 

Looking at the printed confessions, she saw many sentences 
which bore the stamp of bungling fabrication: they had that 
emphasis and repetition in self-accusation which none but very ' 
low hypocrites use to their feUow-nien. But the fact that 
these sentences were in striking opposition, not only to the ' 
character of Savonarola, but also to the general tone of the 
confessions, strengthened the impression that the rest of the 
text represented in the main what had really faUen from his 
hps. Hardly a word was dishonorable to him except what 
turned on bis prophetic annunciations. He was unvarying in 
his statement of the ends he had pursued for Florenoe, the 
Church, and the woridj and, apart from the mixture of falsity 
in that claim to special inspiration by which he sought to gain 
hold of men's minds, there was no admission of having used 

THE COSrasSION. gfg 

get myself made a Cardinal o?Pol T ? "f """"K^** '° 
achieved the wo'k I h^rf i^^ ^' t°'J'''*" ^ '^""'•^ ''"^e 

*»-i^ . ^rj-tsa SI':?.'' -"* ■" ' ■^•^ 

That blending of ambition with belief in ti.. . 

that h« J T""'" "^-'1 toconoeiyegreat things, and to f^ 
that he was the man to do them. Iniquitv shonM kT k T! 





malted in the MnM of th* UnipMlubla, tnd in that put of 
lii« cxpariMiM Uy Um elamenU of genuine aelf -abMemeat ; b ,t 
in tlie pretence of liii feUowm«i for whom he ww to tot, pre* 
eminence leemed a neoesaary condition of hia life. 

And perhapt thii oonfeMion, even when it detoribed a 
doublenesa that waa conioioua and deliberate, really implied 
no more than that wayering of belief concerning hia own im- 
preuioot and motiTeii which moat human beinga who hare not 
• atupid inflexibUity of eelf-oonfldenoe mutt be liable to under 
a marked change of external oonditiona. In a life where the 
experience waa lo tomultuouily mixed u it must have been in 
the Frate'g, what a poaaibility was opened for a change of self- 
judgment, when, instead of eyee that venerated and kneea that 
knelt, instead of a great work on ito way to accomplishment^ 
and in its prosperity stamping the agent aa a chosen inttm- 
ment, there came the hooting and the spitting and the onnea 
of the crowd ; and then the hard faces of enemies made jndgea • 
and then the horrible torture, and with the torture the irre^ 
pressible cry, " It is true, what you would have me say : let 
me go: do not torture me again: yes, yes, I am guilty. O 
OodI Thy stroke has reached me I " 

As Bomola thought of the anguish that must have fbllowed 
the confession— whether, in the subsequent solitude of the 
prison, conscience retracted or confirmed the self -taxing worda 
—that anguish seemed to be pressing on her own heart and 
urging the slow bitter tears. Every vulgar self-ignorant per- 
son in Florence was glibly pronouncing on this man's de- 
merits, while h» was knowing a depth of sorrow which can 
only be known to the soul that has loved and sought the most 
perfect thing, and beholds itself fallen. 

She had not then seen— what she saw afterward— the evi- 
dence of the Prate's mental staie after he had had thus to lay 
hia mouth in the dust As the days went by, the reports of 
new unpublished examirations, eliciting no change of confes- 
sions, ceased; Sa- onarola was left alone in his prison and al- 
lowed pen and ink for a while, that, if he liked, he might use 
his poor bruised and strained right arm to write with. He 
wrote ; but what he wrote was no vindication of his innocence, 
no protest against the proceedings used toward him: it waa 

THl OOMTKasiOIf. W7 

• oontinuaa ooUoquy with that dirine purity with which h« 
wugHt oomplate nanioni it w«i tha outpouring of lelf-abMc- 
mmt j it wu one long cry for inward renovation. No linger- 
ing eohoM of the old vehement telf-aiMrtion, "Look at my 

"""J^ ..,5 *" »°°^' "^ **"»• "^o •«* their faces againit it 
aw the children of the denl I " The voice of Sadness tells him. 
«od placed thee in the midst of the people even as if thou 
hadst been one of the excellent In this way thou bast taught 
others, and hast faUed to learn thyself. Thou ha«t cured 
others: and thou thyseU hast been still diseased. Thy heart 

»T'!* i u"P f "" '*'"*^ °' *^y "'^ <'~'J». •"<» through 
this thou hast lost thy wisdom and art become, and shalt be 

»•• w •'•""^' ""tl'wg- •.. After so many benefits with 
which God has honored thee, thou art fallen into the depths 
rf the sea; and after so many gifts bestowed on thee, thou, 
^ thy pride and vainglory, hast scandalized all the worid " 
And when Hope speaks and argues that the divine love has 
not forsaken him, it says nothing now of a great work to be 
done, but only says, " Thou are not forsaken, else why U thy 
heart bowed in penitence? That too is a gift" 

Tliere is no jot of woriiy evidence that from the time of 
nis imprisonment to the supreme moment, Savonarola thought 
OT spoke of himself as a martyr. The idea of martyrdom b»d 
ftsen to him a passion dividing the dream of the future with 
the triumph of beholding his work achieved. And now, in 
place of both, had come a resignation which he oaUed by no 
glorifying name. 

But thmsfore he ma;, the more fitly he called a martyr by hit 
feUowmen to all time. For power rose against him not be- 
cause of his sins, but because of his greatness-not because 
he sought to deceive the world, but because he sought to make 
It noble. And through that greatness of his he endured a 
double agony : not onl, the reviling, and the tort^, and the 
death-throe, but the agony of sinking from the vision of glori- 
ous achievement into that deep shadow where he could only 
say, "I count as nothing: darkness encompasses me: yet the 
light I saw was the true light" 





^MOi^ had seemed to hear, as if they had bi«n « «« ti.- 

sanes, charged with the completion of SavonMola"' WaT ^ 
^ate. decep^nat"^rS^^i"o7mr»^^^^ S 


wordn ■^^„.*.j i • ^ . "***' *■"' m Dnef passionate 
IZ^^^T ■ *".<»Vi»^. declared that he had spoken 

I hl^tt^tL'o.Sr''-"^'*""'^*^"-'^^ 

l,«™'"'V'"'iT*'"' *"'*'"'""« ^^ »P°n him, and when 
he was mider .t he was asked why he had utte«d ttosT^ 

nothing but confessions of guUt were held a reason for rele:! 
from torture. The answer oame : « I said it ^7^7^ 
good; tear me no more, I wUl teU you the truth." * 
There were Florentine assessors at this new trial, and those 


^™1°' 'r?^*^ retractation had soon spread. They fiUed 
Bomola with dismayed uncertainty ^ 

.h'»"i*"~'* ^^!^ '^'"' her-" there wUl come a moment 
wt K ..r^/P^-. ^o" there is no dread han^g o^* 
him but the dread of falsehood, when they have bS hiL 

Mn^r him from speal.n« a St tis^e t:^*^7;ri* 

Three days after, on the twenty-third of May. 1498 th^™. 
was again a long narrow platform stretching wr^th^ ^ 
p.««, from the Palazzo Vecohio toward t^Te^de' S 

t^^ ^,*° tmncated to avoid tha resembhmce 
On the marble terrace of the Palazzo were thren fHh,. i 
one near the door for the Bishop, WhZL^^r^^r^' 
monyof degradation on Pra Gi^W^dtKwT S^Zn" 

for the Papal Commissaries, who were to pronounce them 
heretics ana schismatics, and deliver them overT X ^Z 
tararm; and a third, close to Marzocco, at the comer ofTe 

A^fi^.J^^''*"' *° P^oo^oe the sentence of death 
th«tf ^^ ^"^ "■" *^~"8ed with expectant faces a«ain 
there was to be a great fire kindled. In tte mai„^^„?*^ 
mwd that pressed around the gibbef th^^Son wJ 
ttat of ferocious hatred, or of mere hard ouriosirto b^holl" 
barbarous sight. But there were still many sneLto™ „n «. 

as hypocritical Piagnoni, were not without a lingeriuR ^0™ 
even at this eleventh hour, that God would interS,y so^e 
^ to manifest their beloved prophet as His s^ ^ Tl 
thwe were yet more who looked forward with tremhUng e^ 



,'• f 

eniMs, as Bomola did, to that final moment wlien SaTonanda 
might say, " O people, 1 was innooent of deceit." 

Bomola was at a window on the north side of the Fi^usa, 
far away from the marble terrace where the tribnnals stood- 
and near her, also looking on in painful doubt concerning the 
man who had won his early reverence, was a young Roren- 
bne of two-and-twenty, named Jaoopo Nardi, afterward to 
deserve honor as one of the very few who, feeling Fra Giro- 
lamo's eminence, have written about him with the simple de- 
sue to be veracious. He had said to Bomola, with respectful 
gentleness, when he saw the struggle in her between her shud- 
denng horror of the scene and her yearning to witness what 

might happen in the last moment, 

"Madonna, there is no need for you to look at these cruel 
ttmgs. I wiU teU y^u when he comes out of the Palazzo. 
Trust to me; I know what you would see." 

Bomola covered her face, but the hootings that seemed to 
make the hideous scene stUl visible could not be shut out. 
At last her arm was touched, and she heard the words, "He 
comes." She looked toward the Palace, and could see Savon- 
wola led out in his Dominican garb; could see him standing 
brfore the Bishop, and being stripped of the black mantle, the 
white scapulary, and long white tunic, till he stood in a dose 
woollen under-tunic that told of no sacred office, no rsnk. He 
had been degraded, and out off from the Church MiUtant. 

The baser part of the multitade delight in degradations, 
apart from any hatred; it is the satire they best understand. 
There was a fresh hoot of triumph as the three degraded 
brethren passed on to the tribunal of the Papal Commissaries, 
who were to pronounce them schismatics and heretics. Did 
not the prophet look like a schismatic and heretic now? It 
IB easy to believe in the damnable state of a man who stands 
stripped and degraded. 

Then the third tribunal was passed— that of the Florentine 
officials wV were to pronounce sentence, and amongst whom, 
even at her distance, Bomola could discern the odious figure 
of Dolfo Spini, indued in the grave black lucco, as one of the 
Then the three figures, in their close white raiment, trod 


^^r long th. pUtfo™, amidst yelU and grating tones 

v.iL^UrSriTeta.^otTl^r'"''^- «- 
wh!t *£ w^.'Zl.rr \"^I-*«*i«" diH and she only sa. 

^^..a. w.t '^ trfS^-:rsr s 


I ■ 

Oh fte evening of the twenty-second of May, 1C09, five per- 
nVL "'"'^ '• ^^^ ^-^ something, wire se^ 

i^ rit^ iTT "P^' T"". *'P'^8 °° *° " l°8gia which, at 
ite nght-hand comer, looked aU along the Borgo PintTand 

ondt.^ **** **""* ^'"*''*' ""^ "'^ ^^'^ ^e^*' ^ 
At one end of the room was an archway opening into a nar- 
row inner room, hardly more than a recess, where the light fell 
from above on a small altar covered with fair white linen. 
Over tte altar was a p,cture, discernible at the distance where 
the 1 ttle party sat only as the small full-length portrait of a 
Dommican Brother. For it was shaded from tiie^S aWe 
by overhangmg branches and wreaths of flowers, and the fresh 
tapers below it were unlit. But it seemed that the decoration 
or tne altar and its recess was not complete. For part of the 
floor was strewn with a confusion of flowers and green boughs. 
«.d among them sat a deUcate blue-eyed girl of thirteen, toss- 
ing her long hght-brown hair out of her eyes, as she made se- 
leobons for the wreaths she was weaving, or looked uTat h« 
motiier s work m the same kind, and told her how to do it 
with a little air of instruction. 
For that mother was not very clever at weaving flowers or 

adro t with the years-only very much fatter. She got on 
dowly and turned her head about a good deal, and asked 
Ninna s opinion with much deference; for Tessa never ceased 
to be astonished at the wisdom of her children. She still 
wore her contadina gown: it was only broader than the old 
one; and there was the silver pin in her rough curly brown 
hair, and round her neck the memorable necklace, witt a red 
cord under it, that ended mysteriously in her bosom. Her 
l^.r *"'\'»'^™ even a more perfect look of childish con- 
tent than in her younger days : everybody was so good in the 
worid, Tessa thought; even Monna Brigida never found fault 
with her now, and did little else than sleep, which was an 

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»mtaWe prwtioe in eveiybody, and one that T«,„ liked for 

Monna Brigida was aileep at thi. moment, in a etraight- 

KThk-'^nr *"" ^^\^o< tad that soft whitenis which 

w1,h1 I \°l ^^^« *'•*- I'"* " """Ply the lovely 
whiteness of aged hair. Her ohin had sunk on her W.™ 
and her hands rested on the elbow JTer cWr She iS^i 
bee|. w^vmg flowers or doing anything else: she had o^y 

rt^rJl .u **^™ ''*'* "***«d f«*her off, at the wide 

ground with his back against the angle of the doorpost, 
and his long legs stretched onl, while he held a lax^ Ck 
open on his knee, and occasionally maue a dash with Ws 

T^u V u"""**^ •"? *^ ^«'y Prioto'i oopy of Petraroh 

i^i^i byt«r " " °"« ^^' - " ''^ '- '-^« 

were fixed absently on the distant mountains^ X iL ZT- 
denUy unconscious of anything around her. An eZ Me 

stmk a Me, tte gdden crown was less massive: but there 
waa a placidi^ ^ uomola's face which had never belonge" 
to It m youth. It is but once that we can know o^ 
worst sorrows, and Eomola had known them whUe liflww 

h.:f ^'^.'", *^^ "'l^' ^° "«» "°* »* fi"t """o that LUlo 
had ceased to ook at his book, and was watohing her witt a 
slighter impatient air, which meant that he wanted to tTt^ 

^Lr\ * '" V"* '^*'^*' "^'^ ''°°W lik» that ente^ 
fl^attr r''-, ^"i P'"''-""^ looks make themselvM 
felt at last. Bomola did presently turn away her eyes from 
the distance and met Lillo's impatient dirk gai witt a 
brighter and brighter smile. He shuffled along the floorstiU 
k^mg the book on his lap, till he got close to w' anS 
lodged JUS ohm on her knee 




«™ ttn ■ w""" J" ' ^'"'*~""' 1»^ b«t hi. fe.ta«. 
were turning out to be more mawiTe and leu reaular th^ 
h«father'.. The blood of the Tu««n peZtTi in iS 

te,!l!?TAJ!^°'°'"' '^*"" I t° »«?" he .aid, weU con- 

tmted that there wu a prospect of talking till it would be too 

late to oon"SpirtogentU» any longer. «"<»"<» be too 

"What .hould yon like to be, LiUo? You miffht be a 

a great deal That 1. the rea«.n why I can teach you!^ 

w • ; "' .1.*"^ '^°' ""^" ''eoitatingly. « But he i. old and 

bl^d in the picture. Did he get a great deal of glory? » 

toZ T^ ""°- "^' ""'^^ '" "°* I'"/' v»y kind 
I^^ ' ^ T "*""" °"^ *^»" ''™««« Pnt into higher 

And then hi. dear «,n thought it right to leave him and be- 

wl%T \w ^\^*' '^y fetl«'. being blind Z 
lonely, felt unable to do the things that would hiTve made hi. 
earning of greater use to men, so that he might .till have 
lived in his works after he was in his grave " 

"I should not like that sort of life," said Lillo. "Ishould 
like to be something that would make me a great man. and 
v»y happy besides-Mmething tha* would not hindei me 
trom having a good deal of pleasure." 

" That is not easy, my Lillo. It is only a poor sort of hao- 
piness that could ever come by caring very much about oai 
own narrow pleasures. We can only hive the highest happi- 
ness, TOch as goes along with being a great man, by ha^« 
wide thoughts, and much feeling for the rest of the world, a^ 
weU a. ourselves; and this sort of happiness often brings so 
much pain with it, that we can only teU it from pain by its 
beingwhat we would choose before everything else, because our 
souls see it is good. There are so many things wror , and diffi- 
cult in the worid, that no man can be great-he can hardly keep 
himself from wickedness-unles. he gives up thinking much 
about pleasure or rewards, and gets strength to endure what 
I. hard and pamful. My father had the greatness Jiat be- 
longs to mtegnty ; he chose poverty and obscurity ratier tiian 


kt!^' ^^ *""" "" ^ Girolamo-yott know why I 
" » uie (pent in strugglmg against powerful wronir and i^ 

SLTrnTLUlaV ""^ "•«""' '^' '^^^ - 5.bto" 
«^ i.\L.^?. *^ " y** ™*»" to aot nobly and seek to Vn„J 
albert aiing. God h„ put within reacj:;l:''y^„i^'^ 

"" ROHOI^ 

•bn«ei you fttt dmdng the »ltM, Md thinkin. K) mudiirf », 
QixoUmo, «.d y« he bring, you the flowwT? «>•»'«*««» 

pie wnaTotLrr^a j.^;^s!.Tir »- 

l^Sir^^ '- ^ i^ ^e h«i not^'^iSs'i.ts r;: 

^'"'^ I 

r good pao- 
lould nerer 
whan I wM